"He will have been drinking and whoring again and no doubt he'll return around lunchtime, smelling like the filthy savage he is and ready to beat me f...r his enjoyment once more."The women snuffled as she let herself remember the constant heavy beatings she had been subjected to. Eoric quickly skimmed her memories and found that the woman was the daughter of a Saxon Lord and had been captured during a raid by the Picts into Bernicia. Her captor had kept her almost as a slave, raping and beating. ’ ‘Sure, why not?’ David laughed again, and scooped the kitten from his shoulder and flew her back in to the den like a petrified mewing airplane. ‘We can’t call her Coochie.’ ‘Why not?’ Jake’s brow crinkled up like his son’s. ‘It’ll get shortened to Cooch.’ ‘And?’ ‘Cooch means,’ she tried to think of a suitable synonym, ‘it means … pussy.’ ‘Even better,’ Jake shook his head without comprehension. ‘No, pussy as in vagina.’ ‘Ohhhhh,’ he exhaled, before smiling. They spent the next few minutes. He had not fucked his wife since he made this c***d his mistress.When the wife got in her car she drove a block and took off her bra and panties. She then found the local pick up joint and got a hotel room and went in the club man hunting. Her dress was tight and barely covered her big ass. She had pulled the top of her dress down real low showing much tit. A young stud asked her to dance and he pulled her tight to him and she could feel the bulge in his pants. He danced with his hand on her. My mouth goes from slow gentle licks to me devouring your pussy. I feel the wetness grow and grow as the sheets start to get a huge wet spot. You look down and say, “I love this. Tell me what you want, what you crave.” I look up and blush, “It’s kind of embarrassing honey, something I couldn’t get out of my head on the flight home.” “Tell me baby.” I look up, my face is a little wet from your pussy and say “I want you to sit on my face.” I see a smile come across your face and then I add, “I.