I know that. But I think what we once had, the love and respect we had for each other, was a beautiful thing, and I think it's worth fighting for with...all of the fiber of my being to get it back. Please, please just give me, no give us, a chance to save our marriage."I thought for a few minutes and replied, "I don't know Lydia, I just don't know. I don't know if I will ever be able to erase from my brain that image of you thrusting your cunt up against Norm's cock like a common slut whore and. This is the story about when a few of my friends and myself experienced "Woodstock." Chloe, you better be careful when you girls go to that music festival." Daddy, don't be so square." I don't want you getting knocked up. You're only eighteen years old. You better be careful when you're there." Relax, daddy! I won't be getting knocked up. We're just going to be listening to the bands." We're trusting you to be a good girl. I don't want to find out that you were a little whore at that festival.". I felt as if my eyes were about to pop out of my skull. My throat felt constricted as I dry heaved slobber over his cock.“I’m about to explode!” His hand worked my skull in a faster and more forceful motion.I felt my tonsils give way as his endowment penetrated my esophagus. Gently, I pulled down and squeezed his balls as my head rushed up for air.“Wha...what?!” A look of frustration and anger washed over him. “It’s too,” gasping for breath, “early for you to cum. Let’s cum,” breathing deeply. My erection was hard and throbbing. It'd been a long time since I'd had relief. She came to me and felt my hardness through my breeches. "It's sooo big," she gasped. Her nipples were wet and erect. "It's all your fault, princess," I chided, pulling her to me and kissing her. Her lips were soft and tasted of exotic spices. She pushed away giggling and undid my breeches. "I did say I wanted meat for dinner."My member sprung free. She felt it with her cheek. "I'm all yours, m'lady," I said. She.