I was pretty, with blonde hair, cut short, about halfway down my neck, and my brown eyes seemed alluring, at least they seemed so to me when I would s...udy myself in the bathroom mirror, something I probably did too often. I thought my dimples were very fetching too, and people told me it made me look really cute. I know, I sound a little vain, and I guess I am. Worse, I liked to beat off while looking at myself naked, usually easing a finger into my bottom when I felt my orgasm beginning to. “You sure are eager, Abel.” His cheeks redden as he forces his cock between her two bubbly cheeks. Drooling into her crack his thickened spit and the pre-cum from his cock act as a natural lubricant; thrusting into her slick bowels, she holds her cheeks apart giving him the perfect view of his cock slipping in and out of her ass hole. His hands wrap around her waist, holding her in place as he gently rubs his finger tips into the wet sensitive folds of her warm pussy. He can hear the juices. I get all the flavors.”“That’s… weird,” Marie hesitated, “I don’t think I’ve met anyone with that problem in the past.”“It’s not really a problem, just a fact of life for me,” Mark shrugged it off.“With that, I’m going to grab something, be back in a sec,” Marie said cheerfully.Within a few moments she returned with a vegetarian sandwich on focaccia bread. “So what’s the latest? Jess, what is your next opus going to be about? Mark, are you still harboring that grudge against Brendon for the. ”Jean lashed out, striking his wife with the back of his hand, splitting her lip and sending her crashing to the floor. Just then their five-year-old son ran into the room and clung to his crying mother.“On the morrow, we will go to the Bishop, and you will confess before him and God Almighty that Jacques le Gris raped you, or so help me, I will kill you myself.”“He didn’t rape me! He is kind and gentle and loving. He is everything you are not and is ten times the man you will ever be! You.