And Gary became inconvenient. How do I explain my time away? How many latenight, last minute jobs could I feign? It became bothersome to answer hisque...tions; how dare he ask where I was on a weeknight at 11 p.m. His pettyjealousy (so adorable when we were younger) became an irritant. Hisspeeches infringed upon my new lifestyle; his fault. The lies, the deceit:they exhausted me, as did his flagrant skepticism when I spewed them.There came a point at which I decided that he had to be moved out of. And the small plastic vibrator. I don't know how long I stared at the array of objects in my lap, but as I shifted, I came to a startling revelation. I was wet. Really wet. The thought of my darling husband frantically stroking his cock to the images of two men sucking each other off, or having sex, had my pussy so engorged that even the light pressure of my thighs as I shifted up to my knees made a thrill shoot through me. Quietly, I packed everything away, just the way it had been, except for. . he didn’t have forever to enjoy this, as much as he wanted to. Trixie smiled up at him with a mouth full of dick, nodding as she licked his throbbing head and stroked the veiny shaft. Santa smiled under the fake beard, taking her hands off his dick and putting one of his on her head. “I’ll show you a better way.” He started thrusting his hips forward, pushing more and more of his giant cock into her mouth each time. The girl was startled but eager to please, so she let herself get. You’re soaking wet. I’m going to fuck you so hard bitch. You’re gonna get SO much more than a snog tonight!” “Yes,” Samantha sighed as she reached back, spreading her palms around the tree trunk as she felt Samantha’s fingers at her gaping pussy, spreading her wide open. Sarah shoved a finger deep into Samantha’s wetness, right up to her knuckle and pumped her with it, making Samantha buck and gasp. “Oh fuck that’s good,” Samantha whimpered, griping the tree trunk. “You’re gonna make me cum,.