She didn't say anything as I dried off but I saw her lick her lips more than once when she would glance at my crotch. When I was done drying I didn't ...other dressing before addressing her."Ann, our marriage was based on trust. I trusted you; never in my wildest dreams did I think you could do something so hurtful and selfish behind my back the way you did."The tears started coming as she started apologizing. "I am so sorry Eddie, I really am. Please don't leave me, please!" I am going to give. Bountiful was just beginning to show nicely. I was a happy, happy guy.Did I mention that Cinnamon is an idiot? No?As summer waned toward fall, and I started to relax, working fewer hours, spending more time with my wives, I sort of got to feeling bad for Cinnamon. Every few days, I'd visit the old cave, bringing them food or simple treats or presents. The old gang were happy to see me, and I was glad to see that the kids were coming along well. Each time I visited, I looked in on Cinnamon to. I didn't even know for sure that the shaped charge of powder would hold together during a firing, but it had, much to my relief.We both had to sit down to recover from the adrenalin rush that had flooded our bodies. It took us 15 minutes, at least, to recover. That was a little too intense to be fun. One chomp with those jaws would have been enough to cut us to pieces, and this land shark could have swallowed either one of us in only one bite.The skin on this animal was very valuable as an. The first rays of sunlight were peaking through the window as she began to stir. She looked at the clock and couldn’t believe that she had slept so long, but she needed it. Wilma ran her hand over Fred’s strong chest then down his stomach to his ever-ready cock. As she had expected it was hard and ready for action. Her pussy was still moist from the night before, but she could feel her juices starting to flow again.Wilma sat up and squatted over Fred’s waist. Using her hand to line up his cock.