I don't think I can handle this. Please don't make me! It's too big!!"Jumping up from the couch Frank yelled, "Fuck this shit! I've had it with you li...tle girl! I'm not putting up with your whining crap!"He yanked her up from the floor, pulled her around to the side of the couch and threw her over the arm with her big butt propped up over it. Then she heard him yell. "You stay right there god damn it!"Now trembling in abject fear, she looked back over her shoulder and saw him pulling the thick. They knew so well where to touch, how to move, what to do to drive the other crazy. Her long, red nails raked down his back. He gasped as the sensation took him to the point where pleasure and pain collide and dropped him firmly on the side of indescribable pleasure. His warm mouth found and enjoyed her full breast, circling her nipple with the tongue, nibbling with his teeth. She tried to raise herself toward him, to press deeper into his mouth, but he held her down, preferring instead to keep. Her outfit included a short black micro mini skirt, black seamed stockings and wearing what she calls her famous pair of “fuck me shoes”. Shiny black platform vinyl pumps with 5” heels. That makes her nearly six foot tall. To tease me even further my wife wasn't wearing any underwear, just her slightly exposed freshly shaved pussy and ass. Then she turned around to have me attach the bottom two rows of hooks in the back of the bustier. God I wanted to lick her right then and there but she. From her account, you couldn’t have seen the car, since it was traveling so fast.”“People remember events based on emotions rather than details. When they don’t recall the specifics, they invent them to fit their impressions of the event.”“So you’re saying the eye witnesses were mistaken?”“No, I’m saying my memories of what happened differ from the story you’re repeating. I don’t know if that’s because they want to make me out as some kind of hero, if I’m just feeling stupid after the fact, or.