Then I looked at Terry and headed for our stash… of candy…the sugar.“Your sweating bullets. How bad?”“Bad, let me sit. Orange juice and some...candy”I quickly got her what she needed. Now for those of you who have not been following my stories, some back story.My wife Terry was a juvenile diabetic. I say was because she passed away last year. She fought the devil for sixty years.Sometimes a diabetic’s sugar goes either up or down. Mostly down, and when it does, you need sugar, and fast. When it’s. That’s your seat of honor,’ Sam proclaimed. I started swirling my tongue around its head and licking up and down the side, just like the woman in the video did. But I really wanted it in my mouth and in my throat. Soon I was bobbing up and down its full length, occasionally gagging when my lips hit the base, but filled with this exquisite pleasure, which increased the deeper I took the phallus. ‘That’s wet enough. It’s time for you to sit and join me in this wonderful meal you’ve prepared.’ I. They finally dried each other’s bodies with a towel.Naveen wrapped a towel around him and then picked up his naked wife. He brought her out of the bathroom and made her lay on the bed. He didn’t let her wear any clothes and covered her naked body with a soft blanket. He switched on the TV and streamed Ridhima’s favorite TV show.He didn’t let her come out of the room and went to prepare the breakfast. He brought their breakfast in the room and made her eat it with his own hands. Ridhima was. That wasn't what he was interested in watching. He wanted to see her butt as he thought about actually getting that beautiful, wonderful ass.His plan would work this time because it wouldn't be up to Brittany to decide who she would fuck. He didn't know how she was able to resist Steve and he could not figure out how the plan tonight didn't work but this new plan would work.As he watched through the small binoculars, he was glad he put them in his car and as he pulled out his dick he was even.