He later gave in to his frustration and anger. ‘Briel, he doesn’t care for you. He left you. Please, just let him go. Let him go, so you can fight...’ I wince at his words. It was true, Caden had left and wouldn’t care if I were dead or if I’d found someone else. I hadn’t spoken to him since the day he had told me that he wanted to end it. He called it being pragmatic. I have despised that word ever since. Since when do feeling and love have anything to do with pragmatism.. I couldn’t blame my. I have never been so shocked and so very turned on before in my life.bringing some of what used to be my panties to my face I took in the aroma of my own pussy and Sean’s cum, at the same time I for some reason I will never no I wrapped the panties around the cock shaped sex toy and started to suck on the dildo that I new had been in my brother’s ass, at the same time I slipped my other hand up my skirt and into my now very wet panties. This is how I was five minuet’s later when Sean walked in. It was so good to have Johns impressive cock again. And he was, after all, very understanding. It was Ok, just be careful, was his attitude. She appreciated that in him but losing her freedom weighed heavily when she agreed to marry him and become a military wife. Angie thought about this all week. The thought crossed her mind that she could fuck a married man without all the hostility it caused. It could happen on much friendlier terms. Much friendlier. It was all she could think about. It. "He said that we could probably get a good look at his gran as she took sleeping pills and even when he played music or the TV really loud she didn't hear it. I called my nan and said I was going to stay at Steve's so I could be out all night and we waited until Ollie went and made herself a late night scotch and water, took her pills and said "Good night boys".After about 10 minutes we heard her start to snore an Steve went and peeked into her room. She was one her side but as it was hot she.