"You're gay?!" I know, I've got some explaining to do. My divorce was on account ofthis very fact. I didn't want the break up but my husband insisted....Isuppose I shouldn't have married him in the first place, but I wanted tobe a mother and prove to my parents that I could be straight. I waswrong. I found a woman who felt for me as I felt for her. My husbandfound out, as did my parents. I was disowned and left with a daughter,"said Julia with a sigh."You kept Kelly? Surely your husband would. Three, four, five, maybe more, spurts of his cum hit my cervix and my pussy was flooded with his off-white love cream. We were both panting hard as his throbbing cock started to subside.Minutes later and his cock had shrunk back to its normal size and had slipped out of my pussy. I could feel his cum and my juices oozing from my pussy and dripping onto his cock, balls and legs. I moved off him and sat on the couch next to him. "That was one of the best fucks ever," he said smiling at me.. The image, which he had so skilfully planted in her mind, kept recurring, more vividly, more insistently. She regretted her arrogance in believing she could resist. The bed was too comfortable, the wine too sweet and intoxicating and the threat of an enforced fucking too enticing. “If you cum during the night,” he had challenged whilst caressing her firm arse cheeks lewdly through the thin material of her mini skirt, “then this is mine. Your arse will belong to me, to do whatever I want with. Not by a long shot. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me. The absolute best. I'm so glad that I fell for you." Her hug tightened."You're biased." I made a tiny stab at humor, despite the circumstances."I am. But I'm also the most the most qualified to know what makes me happiest. YOU make me happy. It took me nineteen years to figure it out, but I did." I just want what's best for you, Amy. I love you more than anything." I whispered into her ear."That's easy. You are the best.