You say 'oh god yes baby, give it to me so deep like we used to' we kiss some more and i massage your lips with my cock still. then we lock eyes again...and i position my cock inside the opening of your pussy so i dont need my hands anymore. you reach down from the side and massage my balls and tell me to do it and to put it in. i take both hands and hold your head and kiss your face, we lock eyes and don't look away from eachother as i push inside your warm and sexy pussy. we both moan and laugh. He makes me feel so cheap. Then you throw in that creepy kid of his, I mean shit he's 18, has plenty of money, and his own home. Why the fuck does he have to stay with us?! There's something about him that freaks me out, like he's just a little too smooth, too icy-Norman Bates- calm. I can't put my finger on it but, I don't like the little twerp. I'm going to tell you a secret, nobody can ever know. I can't leave Beth, not yet. I've only been maried 14 months. Our Prenuptial agreement says I. He admitted he did it because he had always been fond of me and was so upset when he found out about Bill that he didn’t want me to be hurt any worse than I would be if it went on longer. When I confronted Bill, he blew his stack and screamed at me. He wanted to know who gave me those pictures and that report but I wouldn’t tell him. There was no reason to point to Brad, it would only make him more defensive. He denied the whole thing, telling me he had never been unfaithful to me or our. Some of the various managers throughout the years had introduced their pet products to the neighborhood, and most of these sold quickly while the item was new or a novelty, and all of them still had some of their "specials" left behind, not being standard stocking items. There was a smattering of house paint, a selection of dated toys, a large assortment of cake decorating items and rack after rack of t shirts that were emblazoned with reference to about fifteen shows of yesteryear television..