She felt that a woman's true function in life were to find the man she desired, marry him, and bear him children.The man's main purpose was to work to...provide for his family, love his wife, and to protect and help raise the children in a stable manner. Emma wondered if there was something blocking them from being pregnant? Was it her? Was there something unnatural physically that she couldn't conceive? Was it Tim? A low sperm count? What? This caused Emma to become concerned that something. ‘I was sleeping.’ He kept trailing kisses down my throat, reaching the extremely sensitive hollow of my throat. A moan betrayed my anger. ‘You’re not sleeping anymore,’ he said, capturing my face in his hands and pressing his lips to mine. ‘Plus, we both know neither of us will be able to sleep until we finish this.’ His mouth melded to mine, his tongue seeking entrance to my mouth. I tried to turn my head to the side, but his hands held me in place. I stubbornly kept my mouth shut, trying to. "I-I'm sorry," the woman stammered. "I just ... I just wanted to know if you were all right."Richie looked around as his heart stopped pounding. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine."The woman nodded. Her eyes shifted to the headstone. "Are you ... do you know... ?" Her head tilted towards the headstone, as if afraid to say the name.Richie took a step back, feeling the need to distance himself. He looked at the ground to insure the coffin was safely back in the past. "Huh? No, not really. Just ... thought I. .. sort of competing with each other as to who could appear the sluttiest. Time to give the coup de gras.Julie didn't bother watching any of the clips. Instead she sat on the bean bag, pulled off her teddy and spread her legs wide. Her pussy was dripping. " I don't have to review that stuff, " she calmly declared. " What I want is all of the above. I've watched along with all of you and I have not touched myself once. I didn't have to because everything I saw turned me on, made me wet, made me.