He was my man and I was his woman. I loved him and still do with every breath I take. I explained the examples of our parent's relationships to him an... told him that I'd die if that ever happened to us.I told him that true love wasn't based on or reliant on sex. And that if we truly loved each other we could relegate sex to being simply another physical act that was necessary for health and well-being.I explained to him that there didn't need to be so many emotional attachments made to it. Why. I used the passenger side foot well as my rolling waste paper basket. Anything with food of any kind, I toss into a trash can. But fast food receipts or papers of all other kinds ended up in that foot well. It had taken a large trash bag to hold all the trash from the pickup.The drive to the TV station was uneventful. No one would expect the Judge's wife to be riding in a beat up old pickup truck with a middle aged ugly duckling. She was supposed to be all about glamor. So I felt that we were. " She ran to the kitchen before he could say or do anything else.Richard stood there stupefied for a moment and then went to his study. The girls really were developing, he thought. Louise the faster of the two but Tig now was developing breasts. He did not want to see them naked though. It would offend his modesty. He set to work. The telephone rang and he got up to go and answer it thinking again that he must get an extension in his study but Sharon beat him to it."Hoddinot residence," she. She wiggled under Kyle, and so she could suck on his dick, one of her favourite pastimes. Kyle happily moved to accommodate her. Tony slid his hand down Debora and inserted his fingers in her very wet cum filled cunnie.He happily finger-fucked her using slow strokes and rubbing her clit with his thumb in time to Kyle’s mouth sliding up and down his appreciative cock. After a little while, Kyle pulled off Tony’s dick, looked up at him and grinned, “Damn nice hardware, I can’t wait for you to.