She sucked the saliva in as she moved her mouth back over my cock. She moved up and down more rapidly over the top half of him now. Her hands followed...her lips and spread gobs of saliva to coat the shaft. It was so slippery and slimy her hand glided over the skin of my rod. Her hands twisted back and forth as they slipped up and down. More saliva dripped down from her mouth to keep him very slippery. Her hands and her lips were squeezing on the up stroke now. It felt as if she was milking the. One Sunday afternoon, Mum and Dad opened a bottle of wine and Mum offered me a glass, which I accepted. Over the next couple of hours we must have emptied 2 or 3 bottles and I know that dad not being a great drinker had only had one glass. At the time I had just started smoking, much to their disgust and when I opened the cigarette packet it was empty, so I said I was going to take a walk to the shop and buy another packet of cigarettes. Mum said "it's such a nice afternoon, I think I. Look what your lust has done to my house! It is flooded an inch thick with a swamp of detritus swimming in hot sweat. I hardly care, myself inflamed with joyful lust. I want you so much. I stretch out my arms from behind the clock, pleading with you, begging you to come to me. Just one brief touch from you, I know, is all I need. Gathering your strength, for a few moments you move to the doorbell again and rub your moist head all over my button. My knees tremble and almost buckle with the. Did I really want to save my marriage? The utter contempt and disrespect she'd displayed during her "act of revenge" was certainly not that of a loving spouse - not even one who felt wronged by my actions, regardless of my guilt or innocence. Then there were my injuries to consider. Did I really want to forgive someone who almost crippled me permanently, not to mention almost killing me by suffocation? The more I pondered these questions, the angrier I became. I decided that, at the very least,.