In bed that night while Donald slept Ruth found her mind drifting to the days events, she new she couldn’t, but just once she thought as her fingers...traced along her once again glistening pussy lips. The next day Ruth swore to herself she wouldn’t look again, but she new she weak and her fingers pressed the buttons once more going to the same DVD the man forcing the blond to eat his massive eight inch fat cock something Ruth thought crude and disgusting and even worse when he coated her face. Where do I start? How do I even begin to express everything inside of me? So many thoughts are swirling inside my head, it is almost impossible for me to decipher any of them. But there is one thought which comes to the surface, time and time again. Can I say it? Of course I can say it. Should I say it? Now that is another matter completely. We both feel it, I know that without a doubt. But maybe the best decision would be to leave it unsaid. I mean, it can only complicate things further than. Shealways thought it was the job that made you work so much. When you didn'ttake off after you were laid off she knew it was you that was problem andshe thought you didn't love her enough to stay home with her. Just beforeyou had your breakdown she told me she was going to divorce you after theNew Year. She had had enough."This news cut me to the quick. I had no idea it had gotten that bad. "Didshe hate me that much?" I asked Brenda.She laughed and said, "She never hated you. It would have. Surprisingly he did not initiated for sex. My wife was also not much hungry for fuck. While she was coming out of the shop another girl of approx 25 years just entered the shop.My wife gave her a smile and was coming out. I knew that it would not cause us any damage as we are just leaving the city in a day. The lady was a bit shocked to see a nude lady in the shop. Surprisingly the lady gave her( my wife’s) ass a light slap while she was crossing her. I think that the girl was a little bit.