Becauseeverybody knows that you're not a man, just a little sissy faggot. I'mglad Anderson finally marked you as his bitch. I've been begging him todo...it for months."She hovered over me and a big gob of Anderson's spunk fell from herpussy splashing onto my lips. Bella giggled."Look at how hard your little dick is. It must turn you on knowingyou're a cuckolded bitch, doesn't it?"I nodded and she started fingering herself still suspended over myface."Ohhh fuck that feels good, it feels good to. She seemed like a nice woman, and they talked a little, as she gave him a piece of cake one time. He rarely saw her daughter, Constance, who seemed to stay in her room at all times he was there. He could tell Prudence was lonely, even though she saw, and talked to people every day at the bank. She made no overtures toward him the two times he’d been to her house, and he behaved like the gentleman everyone in town was sure he was.She had lots of ideas for sprucing up the house, but was thinking. He loved the challenges of developing mineral resources but it was a brutally difficult economy. American industry was hell-bent on buying cheaply from Chinese and South American mines. He sometimes wondered if the Chinese would supply strategic minerals to the U.S. in wartime? Let the politicians keep on screwing it up; his job was to keep the investors onboard. Too many good mines had closed in the last decade.Job stress. Well, God doesn't count a man's days spent fishing against his life.. I fucked her with long, hard strokes. She put her hands on my chest, a sign to slow down and go easy, but I ignored her. The anger came rushing back about the divorce, about the pain she had put me through, and I was pushing it all into my hips and cock, spearing her with it like she had speared me over the twelve years of our marriage and one of divorce. I could actually feel the sides of her pussy scraping my dick as I fucked her. This was not making love, this was pure, animalistic fucking.I.