Not a wife, not a mother, not a damn housekeeper. I needed to be me, Tori. Damn, I’d almost forgotten her: the vibrant young woman that used to laug..., love, and have fun. The one that went out on Friday night and enjoyed herself.I was only twenty-eight, but it seemed like I was nearer fifty. Life with three kids and a husband who worked all the time was dragging me down. When Todd came home, he’d grab a beer, sit his ass in the chair, and wait for his dinner to be served. Who was this man?. Pushing my tongue right into her open cave and licking my way up to her clit that was now quite big. The knob of her clit was large enough for me to suck on it making it feel like sucking on a nice juicy grape. Her moaning got louder and louder and her mound was pushing harder and harder onto my face, I knew she would cum at any moment as I plunged my fingers into her open cunt thrusting them in and out while sucking hard on her clit. There was a big moan of enjoyment as she came, thrusting her. Thank you for saving me. Thank you for healing my scar. Thank you for giving me a job. Thank you for giving me hope.” She began crying, but kept speaking, “Thank you for introducing my Donald to me. Thank you for giving me a chance. Thank you for nurturing me. Thank you for everything you have done for Donald and I. And thank you for being you.”The book disappeared from her hands and she sat, not in her place by DB’s side, as usual. But in his lap, which she had not done before in company. DB,. Kelli started out listening just because she had to but she soon became engrossed in Jimmy's story, his accounts of some of the adventures they had while doing their counterfeiting were exciting in a perverse sort of way.Jimmy was closely watching Kelli as he talked and he saw her relaxing a little as time went on, her arms easing their position until her perky tits were showing that big aureole and soft nipples. "Now ole Andre here has a pretty good story himself, why don't you tell her your.