But, why did it matter if she was pretty? Would an ugly girl have made me feel any better? Probably not. I felt almost sick.I sat lost in my thoughts ...or quite a while. The silence was deafening. All I could think about was I didn’t want to lose my husband. I was terrified of what almost happened. He considered cheating on me! Apparently, he needed more in our marriage than he was getting from me and I may regret it, but I needed to explore this with him.“Okay,” I forced my lips to speak.. Just being able to stick that big weapon inside a woman, doesn’t make you a man. You know nothing of the real world. Take this boat. You’re like a little boy lost.” “So what do you want me to do?” “Take a leap of faith, and help me get some money out of these old bags.” Sandra looked sternly at him now. “You aren’t joking are you?” “No. Do you want to be a man or not?! “But how exactly do you intend getting this money? Legal or not?” “I’ll say it again. Do you want to be a man. The big girl started her treadmill session, she was a good runner; picking up speed after some time, she suddenly felt the cold air from the A/C unit on her right ass cheek; she switched off the machine and walked up to a mirror; discovering a decent-sized hole in her pants. She took it as a cue to get going since her session was over anyway. "Excuse me." she heard a voice behind her, it was the maintenance guy, "Can you come here please, there is something I need help in." Zainab, forgetting. It’s not curved like this toy, but I’ve never had a unsatisfied customer.” My rigid cock stood straight out, aimed at her, throbbing and dipping.She rolled off her bed and cowered in the corner, never taking her eyes off my jumping spear that was now bubbling out lube. She was shaking her head and making funny noises, saying, “No, please, Billy, no, don’t, you can’t, that’s awful, please don’t’” A whole string of things like that.I smiled as I pulled her t-shirt over her head and tossed it.