Which would it be? She passedthe paper across the desk.Bob grinned, checkmate! He laughed out loud, "It's your funeral. Kate,you know what to do."She ...eached for the phone. The paper read "house wife."Bob then launched into a monolog," I knew deep down that's what youwanted. I know little about psychology and I know in every would-betitan of industry there is a 'little woman' hiding. An anvil inside ahammer, and you have gone so easily from a hammer into anvil."The words again cut into Missy,. Let me take care of you." Well what's a man to do? I kissed her back, grabbed her tit, even venturing down to go under her shirt. She made no move to stop me. So I inched my way up and stroked her now hard nipple over her bra. She had perfect size tits, just enough to fill my hands. She started to breath a little harder and looked into my eyes - let me thank you. And grabbed my zipper. She must have done this before because in less than 30 seconds my hardening dick was out being sucked on by a. The next morning my wife again said that she was absolutely horrified at what had happened, and that she did not want to see our neighbors again.Well, I thought that was that. However, about a week and a half later, Otto rang the doorbell and when I opened it he stood there with some beer and wine and held it out to me: "A peace offering" he said.You will remember from Part 1 of this event, my neighbor and his friend ejaculated on and in my wife, who was mortified that it happened and in front. That’s my girl. I’m gonna take what I want, this time.’ Abruptly you pull me off, stand up, and pull me up by my hair, other hand on my chin, drawing me to my toes again. You kiss me fiercely again, your tongue plunges into my mouth and searches for mine, and when I tentatively touch yours you suck it into your mouth greedily. You break the kiss, but hold my head still, eye-to-eye and lip-to-lip. ‘Mine, girl!’ A declaration, a promise, a vow. It thrills me. Your ferocity, your possession. I.