"Why would we do that?" I asked."Well, you know because....umm....I'm a man and you're awoman......" Oh," I said as if suddenly enlightened. "We COULD...do that, but youknow, mostly women buy romance novels. In fact you're the ONLY manI know who enjoys them. It could help you get into the character soyou can accurately write about a woman's feelings. Or else yourreaders will see right through you." He still seemed wary of the idea, so I pushed on. "It's not likethere's anything wrong with being a. But trust me and become mine. Let us have this chance to renew our vows. It’s only fitting. Our last chance at saving our marriage and my last efforts to do so, my final months with you, were stolen from us ... but we can have that back, my dear. I know what I said, that I wasn’t a great wife to you, so this isn’t about the love that we once had. This is about the love that I still feel, a mix of lust, affection, compassion, and guilt, perhaps, but still strong enough to make me want to atone,. I hid in the bathroom in the hallway as my dad and Amy walked past me and Amy half-whispered half-screamed I want your cock in me, but my dad just smiled weakly and looked back at the bedroom as Tony, still fully standing with my mom Kelly on her knees sucking up any last cum from his explosion, edged the door a bit more closed with his free hand, the other still obnoxiously controlling my moms scalp. oh god baby your so hot, get the fuck on that bed said Tony rather suddenly, releasing her. Body following it's task, her mind races, jaggedly processing her situation. One hundred and fifty five minutes ago, Seyla was still tied to a cross in the barn: not kinky and spread eagle for Saint Andrew, getting whipped, spanked, teased and soaking the floor as she might have enjoyed. That part turned out useful as she was able to hide the compass she swiped in her treasure cave for two days. "I'd be fucked without it." She thinks in manic pride, pouring her victorious energy into.