I writhed under her touch, trying to press my hips into her hands. Finally she eased my desire, slipping a single finger between my lips. She slid it ...p and down my slit, coming close to, but not touching, my swollen clit. This slow torture seemed to last forever before she finally began to softly rub my aching pearl. She pressed her finger into me, and I gave a long, desperate moan, my head rolling back and my legs spasming wildly. She rubbed my clit between the two fingers of one hand while. During a squall. By the time we got home, I was exhausted, and had a headache. Quick - take two Tylenols, and try to find somewhere quiet for a few moments.No luck. The boys wanted me to referee their argument. And my wife was trying to get us to all agree about what she could make for dinner. Dinner was another fiasco - the younger one wouldn't eat anything! From his fit, we knew he was hungry, but he just wouldn't eat. Shit, probably another ear infection!Bath time brought no relief. Fighting. I came from the trees to stare at this man I had discovered — who had discovered me. My mouth was slack as I took in his battle stance, his chest still heaving from this fight. Specks of blood were in his white hair, flecked on his pale skin. He glared angrily at the satyr’s corpse but remained immobile while I gawked. He was a killer. He was someone like I wanted to be. He didn’t pray before every battle and call upon an absent power for the strength to take a life. He killed, straight up,. We actually made plans to do that again and talked about doing in once a month, and she wanted to do it while her husband was home too. That never happened but we did do it one more time in my office while my wife was home. And it was a major turn getting my cock sucked while i could here my wife making supper in the kitchen. Renee and I kept the affair going for a couple more months after that, she got transferred to a different belt on the other side of the mile long building and it.