She found his eyes watching her as he sported a crooked smile.“How do you feel, Sweetheart?” asked Gwen softly before gently kissing her husband�...s lips.Steve’s right hand slid behind her head as he pulled Gwen back down for a longer, passion filled kiss. “You seem to be doing pretty well! I’m so glad to see you smiling and looking more like yourself. I was pretty scared yesterday,” admitted Gwen.“So was I,” revealed Steve. “I didn’t know how long it would take for that bomb to detonate, but I. Her mother whose illness forced her to become the family's bread winner? The stupid politicians, all men of course, who had caused the problem with their incompetent framing of laws, or should that be the civil servants, parasites, one and all? Or men with their filthy lusts. That's what grandmother always said. But Brita wasn't too sure of that, all her dealings with men, and there had not been many, had been, well, pleasurable. Then there was the dried up old bag at the Job Centre; no one. As the young man and Aim headed to the back room I could hear her moaning as he fuck her and after they was done she came out and we left Aim played with her pussy as we drove down the road she would slide two fingers in to her wet little hole and as she pulled them out they would be covered in hers and his cum and as she put them in her mouth she would suck them clean. As we pulled over so I could fuck her cum filed pussy there was a horse by a tree and as I got her dress up I had my shaft in. On First Daysfor temple, at holidays, or whenever we had visitors, mama squeezed meinto a tight corset or rigid girdle.By my 15th birthday, on most days I lined up with Dael and mother formama to lace us into our corsets or girdles. Mother's example taught mewhat a male ought to do to please his spouse. From all his child-bearingand breast feeding, mother's figure was more than ample. Wearing hiscorset was hard. Yet even as he grunted and groaned while mama pulledthe laces and cinched him.