I realise now in retrospect that I was depressed but all I could say atthe time was I spent most of my day helping Sarah with her videos and therest o... it watching tv or surfing the net.I really did not have an excuse not to do the housework, but I refusedsaying it was women's work.Sarah said, "That's it! I have had enough of your sexist attitude John!Why don't you wear a skirt?"I replied, "Don't be ridiculous, men don't wear skirts!" You're being ridiculous, lots of men wear skirts. What's a. She was so hot and slippery, my cock was about to break through my shorts. Then I started using two fingers. I licked them both and returned them to her warm slit. I teased her little hole and rubbed her clit with my thumb. I wanted this moment to last forever. The tip of my finger probed her pussy hole. I watched my finger go in and my finger nail disappear into her. I pulled it out gently and slid it up to her clit. I worked my finger back down to her cunt hole and slid my finger in a bit. ” Matt responded. “It wouldn’t for me. You would still be in control of the situation; I would just be prepared for whoever was joining us. Now, what about when I want to be in charge of my little slut wife?”Jen grinned. “I am becoming a slut, aren’t I? I didn’t think I would ever like to hear that, but now it turns me on to think that I love sex so much. What’s the harm? I just love to have sex and make other people have sex. Hmmm. I think I like being called a slut… only in private, of. She took my hand and placed a copper into my palm."Take me halfway across, and then tell me once again of how my husband met his end. Leave nothing out to spare my sensibilities. I want to know it all." There's nothing more to tell. You already have the whole of it." Then tell it to me again. Slowly now, in order that I might once again savor it's full flavor." I felt, once again, how strange and inappropriate were the things she said to me. I wanted to give voice to those feelings, but knew.