No help was needed but I decided to help anyway. I reached between Ben's legs from the back, scr****g my fingers along the underside of his balls as I...did, and I grabbed his hard rod. I put my other hand on Lynn's hip and guided Ben's cock into my wife's eager pussy.There was something incredibly erotic about this. It had nothing to do with the eroticism I'd read about of a humiliated cuckold forced to help a better-endowed bull take his wife. I wasn't a cuckold, I wasn't being forced, and I. I haven’t spoken to them and don’t intend too. I listened to the men talk about how Neil had stolen my heart and brought me out of depression. Was I happy? Who knows. I agreed to marry him so I guess I should be. He’s a good guy, easy to look at and not bad in the sack either. Im on the pill so I don’t worry too much about pregnancy yet. Neil wants kids someday but I’m not there yet. I’m not getting any younger and near a cripple. My leg had not come along like the doctors had hoped. I don’t. Béla lay, stunned by her unwanted knowledge, tears running down into her hair and ears.“We’ve been under martial law for the last three days waiting for your recovery,” Elaine said quietly. “Nobody’s being allowed to do *anything*.”“I would like to have talked to her,” Béla said, softly, “I thought she was a friend. She hid her intentions well.”“She was using drugs to hide her thoughts. LaCrosse had them, according to Jolene,” Elaine informed her. “I can show you the record of the sentence.. She called him about the time he was running water in the tub and he forgot about everything while he was talking with her." I didn't know psychics called," I said. "I thought you had to call them." That's what I thought, too, but apparently this one started calling him a couple of weeks ago and has been telling him all kinds of things that have helped him. He's even listening to her about how to do the house."I looked at him for a minute and things clicked and I giggled. "Elvis and Aunt.