“I feel like I can’t trust you anymore. Every time you leave the apartment, I keep wondering what you’re going to do next. Even though you say y...u can stop now… how can I ever possibly be sure? Unless…” “Unless what?” He frowned and grabbed a brochure off the hall table and wordlessly handed it to me. I glanced down at it and then back up to meet his eyes. “Sex rehab? Are you serious?” His eyes were solemn and his face grim. “If you want to save this relationship, you’ll do it. I need to know. , sat back and held me to him, kissing me on the top of the head every few minuets. It was rather sweet honestly. "Mike, I wanna do something for you," I said looking up into his beautiful blue eyes."Anything you want baby," he answered.I sat up onto my knees beside him, and began UN-zipping his pants. I pulled his dick out and took it into my mouth. I felt him suck in a deep breath and groan as I started moving it in and out of my mouth slowly at first, but then picking up some speed."Fuck. So I wrote this up about her, wishing she had become a maid service in Denver.“You are going to hate and divorce me,” Cheryl said as she sat down at the kitchen counter, her hair a mess, clothing in disarray, and stains all over her blouse.I looked at her, gawked, and said nothing. Looking a bit closer, I realized the stains on her blouse, and the drops in her hair was semen, dried semen. I was actually getting horny just looking at my wife.“I was sort of forced into having sex with the new. Me : haan but aj mai nahi tumhe tumhara bhai sone nahi dega.”She was shocked as what I was saying.She: ye kya keh rahe ho aap?”Me : aj mai tumhara bhai hu aur mai tumhe sone nahi dumga.She : aap ye aisi gandi bate mat kijiye.Me: isme kya gandi bbat hai?She: gandi baat nahi to air kya hai? Ap mere bhai nahi pati hai. To phir aap khud ko mera bhai kyo keh rahe ho?Me: mai kaha kwh raha hu. Tumne hi mujhe apna bhai banaya hai.She: maine aap ko kab bhai banaua hai. Aap aisi gaamdi bate band kijiye..