” That got her attention. I do not use a lot of profanity unless I hit my thumb with a hammer or I am really pissed. It was time to start the meetin.... “Let’s just cut through all the bullshit. You are fucking around on me and I know it and we are going discuss it here and now.” “And what if I don’t want to discuss it here and now?” “Then one of us is packing and getting the hell out of here, tonight.” That got her attention. I turned on a small table lamp. While she wasn’t over-the-top, she was. " She pulled him to his feet and gave him a quick, deep kiss. "I think we should both slip into something more comfortable." She released his hands and walked towards the open door of a bedroom. "I'll only be a minute or two. Why don't you order something for us to eat?" She shut the door behind her and Peter frowned. He wanted to see how she got out of her costume.Still, she did have a point. He was still wearing his costume along with his web shooters and he didn't want to try slipping out. He even eased up on the beating for a time, though it turned out to be for fear of losing the twins. We actually had a really great time for much of the rest of the pregnancy, and then right after it, when I gave up the ass to let my pussy recover. I also nursed him for a time with the excess breast milk.“Things got ugly again pretty soon, though, and Roderick became even more abusive than he was before. I moved out of our place, in with my parents, where I stayed until today. He did his best. The more I neglected one, the more the other suffered. To the extent, that in my feeble attempts to gain both, I lost both. My wife and I had been childhood sweethearts. You know, I can't even remember asking her to marry me, it was just sort of assumed we would end up together, both families got on well, and we sort of just fell into it.It wasn't that I didn't love her, but it was a quiet, unassuming love, not the blinding passionate type that Hollywood seems to dwell on. I felt comfortable.