I had just finished a long day at work andmy wife had been complaining yet again that I did not do enough aroundthe house to help her. Elizabeth had ...aid countless times "I don't thinkI am your wife anymore I think you treat me like a maid."I was worried about where our marriage was going but I worked. Shestayed at home. I felt that it was reasonable to expect her to wash andiron my clothes and cook the meals. We could not afford to eat out.Money was tight. In truth I think that Elizabeth. It was obvious Becky had been here, closing the shades and lighting a candle, but there was no sign of the obsessed woman. Sheryl stalked through the doorway of the master bedroom and stood staring at the newly turned down bed, anger clouding her senses.Hands encircled her body, trapping her arms against her sides. Becky pressed her body behind her sisters. The full lips of the younger woman quickly coming into contact with the sensitive skin of her sisters neck. Sheryl hadn't time to defend. Sue sat back on the floor as Jay stood up in front of me. Lifting her glass, Jay placed it against her nipples and poured some wine over each one. I was only too eager to start licking and sucking the wine from her tits. Jay grabbed the back of my head and I felt her nipples harden to the caress of my tongue as I moved from one to the other. As we both stood there, me with my mouth and hands full of my wife's tits, I felt hands sliding up the backs of my thighs, over the cheeks of my arse and. All of them.”Frida turned to the end, where there was a little preview of what to expect in the next issue. Included was a picture of a nude couple, both white, with the woman’s fist wrapped around the man’s penis. Next to that was a pic of the woman on top of the man, sitting up.“This guy,” the girl noted, running her finger gently along that particular part of the photo, “is even bigger than the guy in this one. In this Hustler, I mean.”“Yeah,” the boy replied, a bit dreamy. “I wish I had.