You see, I have a big cunt. He just can’t satisfy me with his dick. So he just blames me. But, I don’t care. I have stopped having sex with him. B...t my sex life hasn’t stopped. I have my own means. This is a true story, believe it or not. Let me warn you. All those who are disgusted by sex with animals, do not read this. This happened a few years back when we had gone to the States on a holiday to visit family friends. They stayed in Texas, actually they owned a ranch.Now, Smita, my husband’s. Dammit. The early pioneers had chickens, didn't they? How in the hell did they keep them? Bet they didn't have wire fences easily available back then. Think Morales. Think.He stood staring at the chickens as they sat in the branches of the apple tree staring back at him. "Shit," he muttered, "They damn sure don't look concerned that they're in danger of me catching them. Hmmm. I guess they wouldn't have survived out here if they were easily caught. But dammit, where there are chickens, there. Finally, I waited at her doorstep for her return, confident that this time I would get her back.One evening, I finally met her as she arrived at her building. I pleaded with her. To my surprise, she held my hand in hers and told me that she forgave me, and that she would rather me move in with her than vice versa. We went up to her apartment and again had great sex. We discussed our future. Although reluctant at first, I agreed to get rid of my place and move into hers. She told me that. "Reggie went into our room and started changing clothes. I finished in the bathroom and stepped out just in time to get my morning toe-curler and she was off.I went into the kitchen, grabbed a cup of coffee and went into the office to fire up the computer and check e-mail. The first thing I noticed was the e-mail from last night that one of the guys had initiated about the ride today. I trashed the Viagra and Cialis rip offs and was in the process of emptying the trash when I saw the reflection.