McCarthy prior to the last three years and she exhibited resistance to the idea of marrying him but was in effect forced to by her father. If this inf...rmation is correct, it is very possible that she simply does not want to remember the years of her forced marriage." In conclusion, it is my professional opinion that further attempts to restore her lost memories would not only be very unlikely to succeed, but moreover would work against her overall best interests for continued mental health." As. Finally, I placed the head of my cock at the entrance to your wet pussy. I could feel you reach down between your legs to spread your pussy lips open wide for me as I started to push the head of my cock into you. As I glanced over at your husband, I noticed he had his cock out and was slowly massaging it.I pushed the head of cock into you. Then slowly pulled back only to push back in again, letting your pussy juices lubricate my cock well. Then I grasp your hips firmly and begin to ram myself. Looking at him nearly hurt. I loved him. And I was so grateful for what he had done.Slowly I got up, went to the kitchen. Tea, maybe a fag. Remembering my first morning at his place I smiled. So much had happened. Since that day I had been there nearly every third weekend. I had met his friends, even his brother on my last visit. And though we had never talked about it, we had fucked. Every time. And now he was here, still asleep in my small room in my flat share.Humming to myself I poured the. "Company today," she said. "Behave yourself."I did my work and ignored the guests which she and her house servant and cook tended to, but when they had left, I went to the back door, horny and hopeful of finding the women in a receptive mood as the sun set.She invited me in, brought me to the parlor and introduced me to a slim, veiled woman dressed all in black who sat in a straight-backed chair, knees primly together, hands in lap and womanly chest thrust forward under a beaded jacket. It was.