Butshould I be thinking only about myself? We'd had a goodmarriage. We could still have a good marriage. She was angry,but that would pass. Meanwhile ... had to do the thinking for bothof us!By the time we pulled into our driveway, I could say it. "Becky,all right! For a week, whatever you want to do, I'll managesomehow. I think our marriage is worth saving. I want to doeverything I can to save it. I'll try to get through this week,and then we'll see if you think the books are balanced. I haveto. Each observed 'Danielle' was spectacular raw material to work with. We left with a fabulous wardrobe of bras, panties, garter belts, camisoles, slips, and negligees — and an obligation that 'Danielle' return to shop with them again soon. Danny had been a bit taken aback that his bras were all a DD-cup, pointing out he did not exactly have the assets to fill them. I admonished him not to worry; that I would see to it the capacity did not go to waste.Another of my edicts — and a personal. “Do you want my cock in you, you dirty little slut? Tel me how bad you want it in you, sliding in and out of your pussy” I say. “I want your hard cock in as deep as you can get it in me; I want you to pound my pussy as hard as you can, make me cum hard, please. I’m begging you” you say. I rub my cocks head on you pussy again, pushing it into your hot wet pussy as your juices are dripping down your legs. I push my cock into you as hard as I can, burying myself deep in your pussy, my balls. Thompson?" I asked staring at her hairy, dripping snatch. I followed the light trail of her cunt hair that led up to her perfectly shaped asshole, hidden inside the fat round ass of hers. "No, Stevie it's ok. You can pump that thick cum deep in my cunt. I've had that taken care of." Hearing her say this, and watching her play with her own clit I plunged inside her. "Ughh, baby....mmm rest there for a second. Momma needs to get used to you big boy." Mrs. Thompson said on the very edge of.