She never went dumpster-diving anymore, now,instead she looked for the roadside finds left out in frontof upscale suburban houses on trash day.Back wh...n she was a he, it started with a cluster of threebeige boxes he noticed, sitting beside an overflowingdumpster. There were nearly a dozen more inside it, allsmeared with used coffee grounds and last year's annualreports for a company he had never heard of. They were agold mine of usable technology, and he took them all homein three trips. They. David and his friends say that they don't belong there. Sandi, what hurts is that I wanted him to be proud of me. I wanted to try to be desirable to him but he's ashamed of me. I just can't stand it. Can you imagine that? He's ashamed of his wife for wanting to be beautiful and I did it for him as much as for myself. I just wanted to be more desirable but he's ashamed of me." I'm sorry, Edie," I said. "The son-of-a-bitch is ashamed of me," she screamed, then collapsed into a sobbing bundle of. Dave pressed the tab and there was a new email from Jill but also another from a law office. He had to see about this law office email and what it was all about. The law office was one in the city center and was notifying him that they were handling a new estate for an old client of his that he could just never seem to make contact. This person had liquidated the family farmstead, and his final instructions were that Dave personally needed to invest these funds per the trust established in. The intense satisfaction seemed to go on and on, taking us to almost intolerable heights until he was howling, tears falling from his face to slide against his cheeks, begging me to stop. “Please, mom”. I was licking all his salty tears with my tongue without stopping fucking.I held out as long as I could, but eventually as I collapsed on top of his tender spongy body , my cunt spasming around his aching cock, I cried out, “I love you, my son — cumming for you, !” and he again emptied his load.