It was something of a revelation as he was huge. Until then I hadn’t realised that my husband was so small. Whoever said that size doesn’t matter ...idn’t know what they were talking about.It wasn’t only one way as it was lovely when he had his hand up my skirt and was rubbing my panties between my legs. PICThis went on for a few months and I started to do more and more outrageous things for him. He would tell me the things that his wife had refused to do. I felt wonderful to be able to please. She gasps as he press through, feeling her spine getting all warm and her body feeling slightly numb as her mind is concentrating on the indescribable sensation his huge head brings her rectum."Oh dear god..." Are you sure you made the right choice," he has leaned in above her again still rubbing her clit with his fingers groping her breast with the other hand whispering in her ear. He don't let her answer before he push his hips forward, letting his massive tool find its way deeper up her. Evenbefore she saw the messed up blouse she said that I wasa tramp and a slut and where I was messing around livingmy little baby hungry, and don’t ask what she added whenshe saw the state of my clothes. But I didn’t heed herand went straight to suckle my sweetheart. OOH, she ateso much and was so happy, my little darling! And I hadample amount of milk, my lately escapades notwithstanding! Yes her suckling did make me horny and Iwent from her straight into the bathroom and. She’d killed him, and he had awoken a vampire. Over the many years, he had never taken a life to feed. He would go home with a woman and during some steaming sex drink her blood til she was unconscious. It was just enough to satisfy him, and she would sleep til the morning, when she would wake up extremely satisfied with the memory of a wonderful lover who kissed their necks in the most delightful way, leaving behind what looked a little like a hickey… He was straight, but not homophobic. In.