We got home and went straight to bed. I was half-asleep when I felt my wife's hand on my cock. "You were such a good boy today, I figured I would give...you a treat." "Oh yeah? What if I just tease you instead?" I said. "Like hell you will. You're going to put my legs above my head and pound me tonight," she ordered.I pushed her down on the bed, then ripped her shirt over her head and yanked off her bra. "You want to be my little slut tonight?" I asked her. She moaned back at me as I hooked my. My eyes rolled down further to see her fair voluptuous thighs as her dress ended up an inch above her knees. She opened the door and stepped inside with her legs wearing black color high heels. I got a chance to see more of her boobs when she bent down a little to get into the car.She was beautiful and sexy on that day. I told her that she was looking beautiful and gorgeous that night. She stretched her lips and forced a fake smile to thank me. This wasn’t the expression I expected. Something. . the plug slips in another inch and she feels the first ripple of real pain, which mounts steadily now as he seemed to have gotten past her resistance. She feels uncomfortably like she needs to take a shit in the worst way... and then just as she's sure there's no way she can be stretched open any further without screaming the plug pops all the way in, her abused, burning muscle tighting around the base. She can feel it pressed between her cheeks on the outside, and the pressure inside her. A bittersweet memory came drifting back as she remembered their former shabby little two-room apartment. The three of them had shared one bedroom—she had slept on a little day bed—Aimee and Lacy had slept together sharing the other bigger bed."Girls—Aimee... , Lacy... , time to get up for school. Breakfast is almost ready." Okay Mommy," they said, rubbing sleep from their eyes.Back in the kitchen, Julie thought about how things had changed for them. It was like an escape—an economic escape from.