.. get the fuck out!"I scrambled out of her room and stumbled down the stairs. Thankfully, the door slammed behind me and I made my way to the door in...the dark hoping not to be further accosted by an angry parent.I walked home, looking at the sky often, wondering, WTF?It wasn't until I turned into our yard that I realized I had left my coat and wasn't wearing any socks. I slipped into the house quietly and crept up the stairs. I don't know why I was being so quiet. I guess I didn't want to see. Are you implying that I don’t have equal rights inmaking commitments in this marriage, or that you’llsupport my commitments?”The idea of my manhood coming into play made me re-thinkwhat she was saying. Plus, I didn’t want anyone to thinkI didn’t support my wife when she made commitments.“I-I’m sorry Maria dear. I do trust you and I do supportyour commitments. P-Please forgive me if-if there was anyhint that I…”“You don’t have to. "What was it? What does business-related mean? From left field, how doyou mean?"He shook his head."Naw," he said, "you probably don't want to know."I looked him in the eyes."Tell me."He paused for a second, considering what it was he was thinking, and thebest way to say it, without offending me too much."Promise me you won't get offended?"I shot him an acknowledgement."I was just thinking," he said, his eyes getting a soft look, "yourcondition, you know? Your mouth is always wet, and you're. He still let his visitor break through his narrow hole for as long as he desired. The feeling of someone lying right on his back didn't disturb Joseph at all. His panting grew quicker, his moaning grew louder, and his willingness to expose himself to Damian's method of payback was near completion.Damian thrust his cock deeper than ever before completing his long-awaited climax. Joseph's final squeal was the loudest. He didn't feel it just yet, but he imagined the thick creamy discharge filling.