There's a difference. You may be a male. But you're not -- and never will be -- a man. Men don't weep and sob like little girls. And they don't have d...cks as small as yours. You're not only a male wife -- you're a sissy male/wife!"From now on you're going to do everything I say, including dressing and serving as my maid. You'll do all the cooking, cleaning, washing, and ironing, and you'll turn your entire paycheck over to me. You're no longer in charge of our marriage. I am." I put my fingers. The crust sits high on your thumb, the point droops off your fingers into deep water. An paved street runs along the outer edge of the crust, which represents a long granite ridgeline. Add a notch, blown in the ridge by my great-grandfather, for access, a dock on the point, built by my grandfather, and a concrete pad which grew from a tent platform to a trailer site over the years. You have a picture of the property. The narrow rocky strip wasn't suitable for building, wasn't worth much by. I started to play with the waistband on her knickers, sliding my fingers inside while still slowly thrusting.Val used her other hand and started to push my hands down her hip with her knickers still attached, I was finally going to see what a seventy six year old had down stairs in her knickers. “Do you want to take them off?” she askedShe let go of my cock as I sank to my knees and I continued sliding her white cotton knickers down past her knees. I was expecting the same colour hair as her. Slowly at first he thrust in and out of her as she sucked and wanked my prick but then he started to gather pace and started to fuck her with long hard strokes. The randy bastard knew how to fuck and kept thrusting in and out of my wife's pussy getting faster and faster whilst at the same time smacking her arse. By now Angela was moaning like a whore and took my cock out of her mouth and ordered him to finger her arse at the same time. I knew this meant that she was close to coming and when he.