“What is it?” she asked into his chest.“Are you sure…..about this? About me?” he asked, swallowing nervously, his eyes staring up at the cei...ing. “Yes,” she responded emphatically, raising up on one elbow to watch his response. “More than anything.”“Good,” he whispered, twining his arm around her shoulder and urging her to rest against him again.After a few moments of silence, “You said my name, my real name,” he said wonderingly and she could hear that something had changed in his tone. He. Soon she took the lead and got on her knees making Louie kneel behind her and instructed him to make his fingers wet with his spit and start working them in her anus. As he did that, he could actually watch her opening grow lose to accept his fingers. Now she asked him to wiggle them around and make her lower muscles to loosen up more and more. Finally asking him to put his cock in her tight and just deflowered, hurting pussy for getting all lubed up. She even started to cum a little as he. "She shakes her head from side to side as if disappointed by the answer from the ceiling and looks back at the book."I got it!!!!" she says. "Perhaps there is a turning point in your life." "Something that can be changed that would change everything." You can do that," I ask.She frantically flips the pages of her book and says, "I don't know." "But it doesn't hurt to ask." For starters, you can change the fact that my parents died when I was four," I say.She turns more pages and then looks. Just not for what I found. I closed the door and my heard a bed squeaking accompanied by a female voice, ‘…fuck me, YES, fuck me harder…’ I do not remember any more as I rushed to our bedroom. Then I saw my husband. The image made an indelible mark in my memory. He was splayed on our bed, legs spread eagle. His hand rocketing up and down his hard cock eyes half closed and hips bucking up and down. I heard a hum and finally saw the ultimate perversion, a pink vibrator (mine!) protruding from his.