Man oh, man! She has a build on her that won't quit! What the hell is Roy doin' with those dumb chicks when he's got a lady like this tucked away at h...me?He carried her along with him over to the living room sofa and managed to get the two of them down on it, though she kept grabbing at his cape trying to wrap it around his head to keep his tongue out of her mouth. One hard thigh pressed between her legs, separating them and making it impossible for her to move one way or the other. He would. It felt a little like going to Confession! Of course, he couldn't go an actual priest and tell him the sort of things he felt at those moments, but it felt like the next best thing! In a sense, he, himself, WAS his own Confessor. There was no one else he could confide in! There really was something cathartic, and the****utic, about these late night video indulgences---They served as a way to come to terms within himself of things his family could never fathom! These late night interracial porn. “How long have you been married?” I asked.“Oh gee,” she replied, glancing down at her ring, “Fifteen, maybe sixteen years.”“So, you had Tanner before you got married?” I surmised.“Yeah,” she replied. “I was a little on the wild side.”I chuckled out loud.“Was,” I repeated out loud. She chuckled out loud at my response.“Yeah,” she replied, “But, I’ve mellowed a bit over the years.”“Do tell,” I replied, sitting back on the couch.“Well,” she replied, “I decided to settle down and get married.”“I. . yeah. I forgive you. And my name's Will, not Lord." Thank you, Lord Will!" She raised her head, eyes rising to meet his briefly before quickly lowering. He thought he saw the fur on her cheeks redden. "Lord Will, I am Vida. I am yours, body and mind. Do with me what you wish, that your sacred will be done."A third blink from Will. What that sounded like could not be what she actually meant. Nor could it be anything he actually wanted, the state of his erection notwithstanding. He looked.