For the next little while they played video games andtalked about Lacrosse. Britney was finally drifting away into a stateof distraction, and felt rel...xed.During dinner Bobby did most of the talking, seeming to be excitedthat Britney was so excited by, and knew so much about Lacrosse.Britney didn't care what Bobby talked about; anything that distractedher was good in her mind. Bobby took their plates and cleaned up thekitchen while Britney sat at the counter and attempted to talk. She said many people forget a password or an appointment, but very few people that she knows forget they have a huge battleship that they visit often and even fight battles in.“She told me that she was concerned that you might later forget your wife, though she told me in your case it was not only possible but it was likely; you had a lot of women who would be prospective wives and it might be easy to forget one or other of them. She said that you collect women like many people collect ancient. Why? Focusing on the future for her daughter, no matter what she had to endure, absolutely. But…Him.Tense muscles softening, she felt herself smile. Warmth infected her as she remembered a gentle love, stronger than anything she’d thought possible. It had always lingered, protecting her from succumbing to her boyfriend’s near-constant verbal abuse and negativity. When she exhaled, she smiled at the memory of Him in her apartment, the day they opened her kink drawer. She giggled and. Do you need a dick in that wet pussy? I know you love to be my little slut. I bet youre soaking those jeans, he fiercely commented. He wanted to pull her hair and ram his stiff cock deep inside her velvet pussy. Both his hands continued to maul her firm breasts, his fingertips circling and pinching her nipples to make them harder. The harder her nipples got, the louder and more desperate for his hard dick she became. Gasping for air, Antonio dropped his hand to the button of her jeans and.