” “Look, I’m really sorry,” I told him “but when your wife finds out you’ve been fucking around on the side, and basically tells you to ...ake your choice, and to make it for good, well, you’d better do it.” “So why are you calling now?” he asked. So I told him about the morning a couple of days earlier, when my wife and I had a very intense sexual encounter, the first since she found out about my outside activities. She had assumed all along that I had been seeing a woman, so when I. Obscene highlights for her hair, brand name clothes of the most color and flounce. I recall one time when the rest of her squad had planned to get identical haircuts. Marla dissented, making her hair short and boyish. She did it to piss the rest of them off, she hated them so. I suppose that was what drew us together in the end. She wanted something different and I sort of understood her motives. That’s all there is in life, really. Motives, ambitions. I could spin this as a romance story, but. Her hair was rough and unkempt, her skin too pale and drawn. Her still pretty face had lines around her eyes and the corners of her mouth I hadn't noticed before, the kind of lines that are sketched by laughter and caring. She finally allowed her eyes to rise to mine and before I could hide it, she took in my expression. I managed a crooked smile and said, "You might want to put some clothes on." She smiled briefly then brightened and dashed off to her bedroom. I sipped the bitter brew and. John then told the party "She"s all yours guys! You can do anything you want to her. Just let me know when we need to fill her up with more d**gs so she's more amendable to the next 36 hours of cock she has coming," then he left the room. Withing seconds I had hands grabbing my hair to pull me head over to someone's cock, I had guys on both sides of me almost fighting over the suck hole on my face as they kept pulling my head back and forth. I felt a cock slide right into my pussy and start.