Her ex-husband had lost interest in sex about two years before the car accident with her. Rafe saw her fear and worry. But now knew that Dani was his....Standing in his dripping shorts, he knew she needed him to take her doubt away. ‘I know we can together. There’s nothing you and I can’t do. I love you. I just didn’t want to push until you were ready. I’d say by your reaction you’re more than ready. Don’t you want me?’ Rafe threw the gauntlet down. He prayed she picked up the challenge. ‘I love. Alas, hubby already had his last cum some time ago. There’d be no more spurting for him—which had to have been most unbearable torture of all the tortures that Steffie had so far suffered, since the vibrator stimulating his straining cock to the brink had been mercilessly teasing him with relief for the last two hours straight.Well, the main event was at hand at last. The nurse made the incision and retracted the flaps that used to be the scrotum of my hubby, laying open the sack where his. Well, Becky was fun too, but I couldn't share my life with her. Someday she would leave and have her own life. I could share my life with Ken. God, I really do love him.I finished fastening the hose. The tension of the elastic caused the belt to ride down lower to my hips. I stepped into my shoes and looked at myself in the full-length mirror on the closet door. The heels sculpted my legs. The hose lengthened them. The garter belt framed my bush and accentuated the soft curve of my belly. I. Something about the shape of her mound claws around the edges of his senses. His hand moves higher on her thigh, squeezes again, fingers sinking into the firm, round meat of her body. The deep breath she takes to steady herself pushes her russet tipped breasts forward and she finally looks back up at his face. “Your clothes are wet,” she says. He seems to notice this for the first time and as he glances down at himself she reaches for his shirt and rips it open off the buttons. It might be.