It seemed that every time we sawed I had to pull the saw up, but I was really getting into fighting trim, and making muscles like I never had before.M... wives loved the feel of my muscles, and would kiss me all over. Zepha told me that she had never known a man like me. I loved holding her and kissing my baby (kissing her stomach). I had gotten enough stamina to make love to all my wives at one time. I was amazed, but Lena said it was just that I had gotten to the place where I could do more. “You’ve no idea how good it is to see you happy again,” she said, and kissed his forehead.He growled, she laughed, and went back to her place.He took Kathy to his favourite restaurant. They talked and talked – opera. She was an opera buff of the first order. She had seen Die Fledermaus eleven times and she was only twenty one years old! She loved the food and he loved her erudition.Yes, she was very pretty. Wonderful figure, delicate facial features – small turned-up nose, big green eyes, and. She kept saying it felt really good.I was massaging her and sliding my hand from her calf muscles to her ass. I slowly parted her legs so that I could massage her inner thighs. She allowed me and parted her legs after a bit of hesitation. The more I moved closer to her ass and pussy the more she was spreading her legs.I knew this lady was getting horny. I poured more oil between her ass cheeks. It dribbled down her ass hole and was dribbling down her pussy. I could see her pussy and it has tiny. And when he's done drinking, he's beating me. I don't mind that he is a physical abuser. Better me than someone who doesn't like it or want it. But he does have his moments that I know no one else sees. There is the occasional night he'll allow me to sleep with him (but typically only after I take an unusually harsh beating), or the rare night he'll allow me to masturbate (only typically when he knows there will be a little bit of blood in my cum - he loves when that happens), or the even more.