I smile lustfully at you as you lean backwards against the bonnet of your car, thrusting your head backwards, letting your long hair play in the wind....Your tits are covered by a tight top and you point them skywards as you teasingly lift one of your legs, letting me see inside underneath your skirt, no underwear! I stop a few feet away from you, drinking in your beauty and sexy curves. You slide a tongue between your lips and slowly turn around. You lean down over the bonnet and look at me over. Not even waiting to change her, Jenny put the baby to work immediately on her swollen mammaries. Chris sat at one end of the living room sofa and Jenny leaned back against him as she nursed.Apparently awakened by Chris's extraction of the baby, Karen came down the stairs, and just stood for a while at the bottom, looking fondly at the tableau presented to her. Chris was the first to see her. He smiled, then said "Damn! Guess I'm just a week late, huh?" What?" Jenny told me about last Saturday's. But, yeah, if you’re asking me which of us is in control of the marriage, it’s me.“Joe’s a much older man and he counts his lucky stars to have a pretty young wife like me, so he dotes on me and basically just lets me have my way most of the time. Dude has like forty million tied up somewhere, but no prenup, because this ain’t a community property state. He wasn’t born here, though. Started out a small Mennonite shopkeeper in Jersey and just made it so big that he parted company with the. He wanted to say something, but had no words. The only thing he could think of was the prescribed and insincere "I am sorry for your loss." churned out in American crime TV series. Eventually he managed to say, "You shouldn't blame yourself."Eric looked up to him from the floor, his face flushed with anger."Blame myself? Why would you think I would do that? I blame that fucking cunt and that fucking slag I married. Blaming myself doesn't come into it. To be honest, in a way I am glad, but that.