Now I see that you are just a dirty slut!” Wendy blushed with shame. “No, please give me a chance to explain…” she begged. ... “There is NO explanation for this filth,” Bill stated. “Here I was ready to give you a thorough eating out. I wanted you to simply enjoy an orgasm and you expected me to do that through your disgusting piss and shit. Well I don’t think so!” Taking Wendy’s panties he ripped them from her splitting them at the seams.. All 9 ¾ inches jammed inside some clothes. My mouth dropped open. Just in front of the washer. Mrs. Cotton was bent over at the waist. She was wearing tight white leggings down her thick curves. They hugged her big thighs, and stopped just above her sexy calves. She was wearing 4inch open toe wooden clogs, which showed off her small sexy feet. She then straighten up. Her huge breasts were jammed into a small bright neon green tube top. Her big fat nipples ached against the thin green spandex. He didn't want to be bothered with foreplay. When he came home like that I tried to avoid having sex with him, so one night he tells me that if I don't take care of him he'll go find someone who will. I was still in love with him so I started giving him what he wanted hoping that he was just going through a 'phase' and that things would get better."Well things didn't get better. I noticed a couple of times that I could smell perfume on his clothes. Then one night he came home around midnight. Kind of surprised I hear myself also starting to make noises of pleasure, of the great feeling. I jerk off the fastest I can: going up and down, but also kind of milking my dick like milking a cow&hellip, I just can hear my wife has a very wet pussy now by the sounds of her hand between her legs. Oh, yes&hellip,., my wife says when she has her orgasm and stops her movements. Almost at the same time my cum shoots out of my dick. Because I hold my dick in the direction of my body, I have cum over.