He is still in love with his wife and doesn’t want to give her up. I didn’t want to let John go either, but the choice is no longer mine. John is ...one now, never to return.When we married, John promised before our family, friends and God that as long as I was his, he would love me and no other. He reinforced that promise every day by giving me a gentle kiss on my forehead as he got out of bed. During the week he had to wake up early because of his job and the long commute. He was out of the. I smiled, the butterflies in my stomach becoming worse and worse, “you’re welcome, just thought I should return the favour.”“Well,” she said, again turning to me, “I didn’t give you those of me, did I?”I shook my head guiltily, “no, sorry.”“That’s alright sweetie,” she replied, coming closer to me and resting a hand on my shoulder, which made my cock stiffen slightly. “Do you think I would have written that on the back of it, if I wasn’t happy you’d found them?”I looked my mum in the eye, she. I didn't give a crap, but the more I knew about her, the more I liked her as a person. I was also beginning to think it was possible that someone very clever was setting her up.Ms. Brisard, whose first name we learned was Lisette, was the occasional visitor to the farm the day after spending the night before. No restrictions were placed on her and she was in the 'public' side of the new barn a couple of times. We studied those films intensely and she had shown no obvious interest in looking. So, back to my wife ... the reality is that as soon as we're done fucking, she's on the toilet draining her pussy. She's kinky, too, for sure, and loves to look at the cum as it drains, and comment on whether there's a lot or a little ... but even if we're home and going to bed, she drains herself out. If we're in public, she finds a restroom immediately after we finish. If we're out in the woods, she squats for a while ... you get the idea ... she's empty. If we're at home, she drains the cum.