“Of course I’ll do this for you if you want me to.” I told him. Isn’t this what couples do for each other when one of them is in trouble?” I...added. Fred then kissed me and laid me back on my bed and told me he wanted to make love to me. I felt good about myself at being able to help him get over this problem of his. He then asked me if it would be all right if he could cum on my face tonight after we finished making love. I told him I’d like that. We kissed for a long time and I felt. After all, it wasn't like Sharon could do much on her own, and we'd need all the time we had to clean up our mess and get everyone upright again. So, with one last kiss and nipple tweak, I left my beautiful Joy to tend to unplugging Sharon from her non-stop penetration. I added a little more lube to her pucker while slowing the machine to a crawl. Once it was stopped, I eased it back and out of her well-abused openings. I took a quick pic as a future reminder to Sharon just how fun anal. Or "foreplay" as she likes to call it.After both suffering from depression for a while, me and the missus were going to commit suicide together yesterday.Strangely enough, however, once she killed herself I started to feel a lot better.So I thought - sod it, I'll soldier on.I woke up this morning at 8 and could sense something was wrong.I got downstairs and found the wife face down on the kitchen floor, not breathing! I panicked. I didn't know what to do.Then I remembered – the local cafe serve. "I'd advise you to leave before I kick your ass," said the cowboy."I don't think that'd be a good idea," interjected Becca. "He's a pretty good attorney." A fucking lawyer? Even more reason to kick your ass." I think you should listen to the young lady," said Kevin."Why, are you gonna sue me?" mocked the cowboy."No, because I'm gonna mess you up," said Kevin confidently."Knock it off! Both of you!" screamed Stacia. She was on the verge of tears."You mess me up? Hah!" I think it's just best that.