I think about what my therapist told me when I initially approached her about having a wife that often strays. After telling my therapist of Liz's lon... list of lovers she had before we got together, this with having concrete evidence of her many experiences since we were married, I was told that it was impossible to change a lady whose desire for cock was so great. It would be me that needed to change. I needed to feel lucky that she comes back to me and cherish the fact that we are together. That is Ruben, Violet’s father and the man who attempted to kill me some months ago, resulting in my new abilities. Before you go to immediately condemn him, understand that he had been put into an impossible situation. If he did not do as Brenson ordered, his son would have probably been eaten alive in front of him, followed by the rape of his wife and daughter, repeatedly. He would have been forced to watch them be murdered as well, before Brenson would either kill him, or force him to live. I wanted to silence them when they complained about this flaw or that imperfection. Seal their lips with passionate kisses and leave them with no doubt at all how uniquely beautiful each of them truly was. I opened my eyes and realized I was cupping my breasts, massaging my stiff nipples. I needed release! I ducked into the back room and logged into Lush. Thank God, one of my friends was online. We cybered for a bit but the conversation kept drifting. I had my bullet turned back on high and I. Ingrid's right forefinger was soaking wet while she gorged on My Dick. It went deep, circled her slit then popped out with rapid motions so her pussy could feel the struggle her throat was undergoing as she took more and more down her greedy skull. The gagging made her mouth wetter, the gurgling sounds made her pussy flood. Ingrid loved hearing all her body's sounds while she fed and her pussy kept up with each new moan. The other customers in this darkly lit cafe would look around trying to.