I never meant to go quite that far. I am still your wife! I will always be your wife! Always! I love it! I love it! I love it! Don’t worry. I have l...arned to ... handle my jealousy. I don’t care that you’re boning your Israeli boss, your rather married Israeli boss, judging from her wedding band. I know that will never stop.“I don’t care that you’re fucking your own sister, two stepmothers, and BOTH of my sisters! Fuck every motherfucking woman on Earth if you wish it! I’m still your wife .... You noticed this as well and start to slowly grind on me. At this point, I know our sex is not about having another orgasm, although that would be nice…it is about making love to each other…just feeling ourselves inside one another, holding onto a dream, a fantasy, a moment we can reflect on when life is not so nice to us. You are just grinding on my half flaccid cock, my cum is oozing out of your pussy as you lay on top of me…holding me...kissing me…it is magical. All of a sudden, you start. Kyana’s small hands were lost within the palms of the large dark vascular hands of her husband and he compassionately explained his plan for her. “With my passing, things might get rough for you. Some of my family may challenge your share of my inheritance and if that happens you won’t be able to maintain the lifestyle you’ve grown accustomed to while with me. You don’t have much of a work experience and I guess that’s my fault because I got so much in love with coming home at any time and. I did my best to explain that all as shenodded her head listening intently. The reasons I did not say werepretty clear but I said them anyways. I could have said more but Ifigured I had said enough and just waited nervously for her response.Beth: "I know all about it."Me: "WHAT?"Beth: "Eric told me. A few months ago."Me: "I...I...really?"Beth: "Yes. Of course he didn't give details, but he told me about itall. He was feeling guilty I guess. And he knew you would tell me oneday anyways."Me: "So,.