I want to be married and have kids and grandkids. And I don’t want my husband to be with other girls and I don’t want to be with other guys. I jus... can’t see that working out in the end. Like I said, it’s one thing to be with you when we were in High School, or even now, and know that you’re seeing other girls. But I don’t think that works in the long run. Like you said, I put up with it when we were in High School, and I can deal with it now, but if that’s your future, then I guess it’s over. I Love how they use a white base Vaseline to stick up their friends Ass and when he starts to shove his big cock in his friends Ass you can see his cock bend as its so big he has trouble shoving it in,this is so hot. I like when they are in their underwear or swim trunks and he pulls his cock out from the side and starts sucking it while he starts to find his asshole and pushes his finger in there. But its the Jock underwear or some slinky Men's undie that looks like a woman's panty I love to. "OLIVER!"I climbed out of the bed and of course, the alarms started going off, and I didn't care. My shoulders screamed in pain, and my hands are barely working, but I didn't care. I had to find Oliver. Iman and Rashad came running in and turn off the alarms."Alexis Perry," snapped Iman. "What do you think you are doing?" Where is he?" I asked."Alexis Perry," said Iman, "you need to get back in bed and allow us to examine you." Where IS he?" I demanded.Rashad looked at me and said, "Alexis. He was in a deep sleepand I gently eased his arm away and slid out of bed. I felt a deep glowinside me where he had thoroughly fucked me, but between my thighs wassticky with his lovely cum. I decided to have a shower to clean myself upand quietly tip-toed to the bathroom.The warm water washed over my breasts and down between my thighs and boypussy as I rubbed myself with scented soap and gloried in the post-lovemaking feeling. Drying myself on a huge fluffy towel I went to thewardrobe to look.