After both suffering from depression for a while, me and the missus were going to commit suicide together yesterday.Strangely enough, however, once sh... killed herself I started to feel a lot better.So I thought - sod it, I'll soldier on.I woke up this morning at 8 and could sense something was wrong.I got downstairs and found the wife face down on the kitchen floor, not breathing! I panicked. I didn't know what to do.Then I remembered – the local cafe serve breakfast until 11.30."Jesus Loves. " She gently and slowly shucked my dick and it began to swell again.Martha moved closer to me, on her knees, and brushed the hair from her face. She watched, glancing at me and smiling and then watching Ronnie. She said, "Watch out for his testicles. They must be sore by now." Testicles?" Ronnie said, testing the word. "What a stupid word. Who ever thought up such a word? They're too cute to be testicles." Her hand stopped and she squeezed gently, watching and smiling as more precum leaked out.. "Faster, Carter! Faster!" Tammy yelled. Carter pushed Tammy off of him and down onto the seat again so that he could fuck her harder. "Fuck, yes!" Tammy took pleasure not just in the feeling of his cock slamming against her insides, but also at the sight of his strong abs flexing as he moved in and out faster and faster. His breathing was becoming quick and Tammy could see a bead of sweat rolling down his neck to his chest. "Fuck, Tammy," he gasped. She could feel his dick building up inside. .. echt zo gaaf.Ik mis Eef en Saskia wel, maar met Sophie en Bianca ging het ook super" "Zal ik Erik vragen of hij ook komt kijken?" "Hmm, beter van niet pap, zondag is niet zeker dat ik speel, volgendeweek wel." Ja ik begrijp het...kom dan gaan we naar huis, gooi je fiets maar in deauto... "Zondag... Het is behoorlijk druk op de club als ik rond een uurtje of 10 aankom metm'n ouders. We hebben eerst nog een training van een halfuur, dan dewedstrijd. Wel gek, het is een oeven wedstrijd, maar.