Still, though, she felt a very deep loss inside."Rogue," the young blonde man repeated, his blue eyes locked on her brown ones."Marie," she corrected ...im. "My name is Marie, Bobby."He only shook his head, still unable to believe what was happening. "You had gloves on when you got back," he rambled. "I thought you didn't go through with it. But now you..." He looked at her hand, then again at her face."Yeah," Rogue smiled. Marie, she corrected herself. "You knew I wanted to do it. I had to.". "Or anyplace else you could get me. What's that you keep stroking there? It feels so smooth beneath your hands."Oh, nothing. Just whittling away. It kind of reminds me of a certain bit of your anatomy."You are squeezing my little wooden ass, you old pervert!"My, my, it does sort of remind me of that, now you mention it. So round and smooth. No baby's bottom had anything on you."As you taught me out at the house site."We did have some good times out there."And your parents knew. How many times. Colorful beads adorn them all - around their necks, arms, and ankles. The thing I notice the most is their eyes - so vibrant. They are somewhere between grey and brown, but sparkling somehow. I feel their joy and pride instantly. Long, brightly-colored cloth hangs about the men and women's waists, covering their privates. Both are bare-breasted. The women's tits hang, partially covered by their beads. Most of the women's heads are shaved, while the younger men have hair colored a burnt red. Our. I’m and old white lady who’s being ravished by her younger black boss. That’s the basic plot of the first regret. Now this is the second part. Let me start off by telling you women just like you don’t realize what you are capable of you might not know what those who are the closest to you are capable of. My life is changed is it better or worse I’ll let you decide this is how I tried to cuckold my husband. well here we go. I catered to my bosses every whim. Usually anal. I would go into his.