While I was still debating whether "yes" or "no" was the more politic answer to Wendy's question, she forestalled me by answering it herself."No, actu...lly, it's not strange. What shouldn't I be happy loving and caring for the best husband in the world? Look at the question you asked me just now. You were worried about how I felt when I hadn't even thought about it myself. Is it any wonder that I love you so?"Rightly recognising this question as rhetorical, I chose to leave it there. Connie and. So one recent Saturday, my wife took me shopping with her. She had heard of this adult store that also sold spanking implements. Mary, her best friend, had told her about the store. Mary had heard about the store from Pat, who has always spanked her younger brothers. The store was located on the outskirts of the city, and it also sold videotapes and books. In the back of the store, they had unique clothing and spanking implements. My wife went up to the man who was at the counter in. Before we left Cliffs house he mentioned that his parents were going to be gone all next weekend so we made plans to come over Friday night and spend the whole weekend there. We never got together during the week but nearly everyday at school Nancy would give us a peek at her panties underneath her skirt; sometimes even doing it when other kids were around. When that happened I could see her face flush and her breathing get quicker. It began to dawn on me that Nancy was an exhibitionist.That. His moans fill the air into desired grunts, and growls. He leans forward, pinching my nipples, I cry out in sudden pain. I can feel him force his cock even deeper into my throat as I cry out. “That’s it my sweet slut, take my cock. My dirty little whore!” He doesn’t let up on fucking my throat. I’m unable to speak to answer him, his hands wander over my skin. My skin is hot on fire where he touches me. My body tingles as I arch my back up, and the head of his cock pushes deeply inside my.