Unless he’d been drinking, then I’d hear about it.’ Feeling an increase in the tension in Chris’ arms, she stopped, leaned her head back and l...oked at him. ‘Why in hell did you stay and put up with that shit? What you’re describing is a not very subtle form of wife beating.’ Chris pulled her closer. ‘If I had known, I would have come around more. Maybe it would have helped to diffuse his anger toward you.’ ‘No, when you were there, somehow it got worse. He was worse, more like he had to show. Bigger than breasts that you’d just be desperate to feel, were you to pass her in the street, especially in the flimsy shirt she’d had on today; they were tits you’d dream of sucking on and, if all your dreams could come true, getting your cock up and between.So stunning was her chest that it took more than a few moments to actually look up into her face and eyes.The face was pretty. It would be unfair to describe it as plain, but there wasn’t any feature about it that particularly grabbed your. ”“Home?”“Yes, dear … home. We need to talk to you about some things …”“We? I’ve only been gone a few days and I come back to find there is a ‘we’?” She laughed and directed me into the back seat while Adrian opened the back and the a****ls bounded in. None of us were prepared to discuss any news in the car, all preferring to be face-to-face comfortably. The drive in non-rush hour wasn’t long, it just seemed that way.Adrian took my case up to my suite while Sylvia led me out to the patio. We. " i smirked. sure, it was a cheesy thing to say, but i diddn't care, i wanted to screw him and a cheesy line l8ike that makes sure the guy knows exactly what's what. before he could answer,i told him to come over. after a few seconds, and with a great big grin spreading on his face, he did as he was told. "here," i said. "take this oil and rub it into my body"he knelt down and gentaly massaged my tits, saying "you dont know how meny times i've imagined doing this. you're gorgeous,"the growing.