I told you the other day that there wasn’t much you could do to make me dislike you. Well, you did one. Your screaming at me for doing what you aske... was punishing me for doing what you wanted.I still love you, but right now I don’t like you very much.What was I supposed to do? Cry, rant, get mad? All I got was hurt and screamed at.Please consider this a ‘Dear Jane’ letter. If you are the type of person that wants something and then gets it and gets mad because she gets it, I don’t need that.I. I wondered what he was doing that for, but only for a second, as he bent forward and tried to stick his tongue into her puckered little bud. Cath bucked her butt up to meet his probing tongue, letting out a sigh of pleasure.While still rimming her with his tongue, I noticed his hands searching beside Kevin’s legs, then one came up holding a little black bag. He must have collected this when he went to the bathroom. He sat up, unzipped it and took a tube from the bag, squeezing out some sort of. It’s some sight, and Cuck thinks so too, his eyes are virtually on stalks.Pet pulls the dildo out. The hand rubbing her clit is moving frantically. Her body seems to lift from the bench. Her mouth opens as she tries to pull her head back, but I push down on it. The brook babbles, birds trill, but her orgasmic moans obliterate them. Not even Cuck can avoid hearing them. He frowns, checks left and right with a worried expression on his face. No-one’s coming. He looks back at his wife. There’s a. He opened it wearing nothing but a bath robe. I could tell he had just gotten out of the shower. I had never seen him before, only talked with him online and on the phone. He was in his 50's with a little extra around the middle but not fat. Not very tall either, around 5'8" or 5'9" and had salt\pepper hair. He was clean shaven above and below as it turned out. "Come on in, have a seat". I walked in and sat on the couch in his room which was fairly big. "Well finally nice to put a face to the.