Anne had assured me that she was strong enough to face everything, and I was trying to believe her in order to not become overprotective.I watched as ...he walked around the living room, taking in the destruction of all that she had valued and cherished. She seemed to be absorbing every minute detail. I had not been able to see anything that had not been destroyed and was still overwhelmed with anger at Karen for all that she had done. Melody had to have been feeling many times over what I was. From here I can watch you as I rub your now hard cock. I am holding your cock with one hand and fingering my clit with the other. I can feel myself getting close to cumming but I stop myself, I don’t want to make myself cum, I want you to make me cum… So I take my hand away from my clit and move it towards your balls. I gently cup them and roll them around in my hand while I am caressing your hard dick with the other hand. My fingers start moving away from your balls towards your ass, I know. ?I insist. I get wet when I use my man’s money that way.?Brad shut his eyes tight. He realized he had jumped the gun – they weren’t over at all. They were just getting started. He heard the familiar sounds again, kissing, moaning, and then fucking. This time, Jackson lasted 30 more minutes.**Brad fell asleep in the closet but awoke with a start when Delilah opened the door. He came pouring out of the closet as he was leaning against the door, waking up when his cheek hit the ground.She laughed. A full eight months into the marriage and I couldn't take being the Mrs any more. I tried my hardest to be the wife, to change my ways, to please a husband that didn't need pleasing. He was way too easy to please, his idea of kinky sex was, well, non existent. He thought I was being naughty just by riding him cow girl. I tried to introduce him to a few things, i knew I had my work cut out, but my god this guy was hard work. I didn't need this shit anymore. I'd made a major mistake and very soon.