.. the woman that I’d spent the last six years and five months believing was my faithful life’s companion.Her b.s. story... “They make me apprec...ate you and enjoy our sex even more because you have the biggest cock and you’re so much better at using it than any of them are.”My reply... “Too bad you forgot the line in our marriage vows that goes, ‘forsaking all others’ because it’s clear that I’m the only one that got forsook. It looks like everyone else has been getting what was supposed to be. But tonight! I smiled at Michal and then moved my head between her legs.The hair below the ribbon was shaved baby smooth, and Michal shivered as I ran my tongue along the silky skin around her outer lips. The unshaved hairs above the clitoris are held tight by the bow and pulled upward, lifting the prepuce and semi-popping the clitoris from its hood even when the female is not sexually aroused. The tension also stretches the hymen in the hours before a marriage girl's first intercourse, making. They had lost their mother when they were little, and their father had kicked the oldest one out for getting pregnant. The youngest had left home and moved in with her sister the day she turned eighteen earlier that year.Two girls trying to raise a baby on cashier wages had to be a struggle. They frequently asked to use his phone when theirs had no minutes left, and he mowed their lawn for them, because they had no way to do it. He knew their one car had been broken down for a couple of days. His carrot-red hair was long and unkempt, curly bangs hanging over his brow. His eyes were a dull, pale, soupy brown, and seemed vacant of emotion, unless listlessness and languor could be described as such. He stood near the two women, causing a striking contrast without knowing it, nor caring in any way whatsoever. ‘Hello,’ he said to Mrs Cartwright, and his eyes passed over the swell of the woman’s breasts. She was dressed casually, in warm-weather wear: a white cotton tube top, powder blue.