If I manage to help a few couples achieve that kind of bliss, well all the effort in writing this journal will be worth the time spent.I'll tell you m...ch more about that later. But first, the question I always got..."How the hell did you get your wife to go to a swing club without the mere suggestion damaging your relationship in some way?" The answer to that is not found in a simple formula. It's a journey. Kevin and KatieAshley mentioned how we became friends with Kevin and Katy, the ex-Navy. Last, but not least, my Martha, the younger sister and by, far and away, the brightest was the new mom of a bouncing baby boy we decided to call Alexander because we were still on the “A” kick with the naming of offspring.If my equipment was still in working order the following year, we could switch to “B” and go on from there. It helped to keep things organized and I was terrible with names when all was said and done.Martha and Clementine’s daddy gifted me his thick black leather belt with the. Cleanly cut off. It was a bizarre scene and the police had no leads. Despite living in an apartment, we were actually pretty well off, and we had a number of things any robbers could have stolen. But they were all there. The gruesome murder had been done on purpose.And now I was being raped. And inseminated. I could hear the dean moaning, unloading his hot semen inside of me. He didn't even care about protection. What a horrible man...but I felt worse...because I could feel my body starting to. Fight?What if he beat her savagely? He seemed to be pausing, watching her, waiting to see what she would do. Optionsshivered through her mind. Fighting was out. Running was out. He reached down her legs, she cringed at his touch, but didn't move. Almostgently, the assailant lifted her skirt, pulling it up her legs, pushing itup her ass until it was gathered around her hips. She gasped and chewed herlip, her fists clenching. Strong hands wound themselves into the crotch of her panties, the feel.