She headed to his graveside, ready to say a final goodbye to a chapter of her life she never hoped to revisit. She pulled up the cemetery’s drive an... parked a little off the road, trying to make room in case another car happened by. She didn’t think it would happen though. The snow was inches deep and no one would be by to plow the drive until tomorrow at the earliest. Although more snow might actually prevent that. She walked to the grave and there, as she read the tombstone, she began to cry. So she’s desperate now for a good fuck. But I won’t give it to her, cause I still need to slurp her juice, so now she makes me lay down and takes my dick in her mouth, and what a sucking she does. I was just amazed, this was the first time I realized what a lady can do when her husband doesn’t pay attention to her. She sucks me and she sucks me dry. And then I start fingering her.And I stop but she needs it so, I ask her to bring a belt and a spank her. And she loves it. I spank her, I finger. , and demanded information about myself: “boy, I want to know more about you, and FAST. You have an hour to fill out this form. After that, I block your stupid excuse for a life from my e-mail.”The form was a series of questions, personal intimate questions. How often did I come? Did I drink my own piss? When was my first sexual experience? Did I have a master?I dropped everything I was doing and spent 45 minutes answering the three dozen questions, realizing that I had an extraordinarily rigid. Tom. Drew. A little heat surged in her core. Paul. Lyle. She bit her lip. A few heartbeats cycled. Finally, she said, ‘I can’t pretend anymore. Mom’s going to ask when we’re going to have a baby.’ Carl’s eyebrow had climbed his forehead while Jen gnawed her lip. It was a sure sign he knew she had almost lied. When she didn’t, his trademark lopsided grin returned. ‘A long time from now, I hope.’ Jen started rifling through her clothes again. ‘Me too. But we can’t tell her that. She’ll have a.