“Tread quietly and sing no songs, nor stamp your feet in mirth, lest you wake what dwells beneath.”“A warning,” she whispered, a sense of drea... filling her, for it did indeed sound dire, and she had nothing to defend herself with should she be set upon. Still, she supposed that, as long as she tread lightly, she’d have nothing to worry about, and so, very carefully (for the hinges appeared to be rusted over) she opened the gate and stepped out onto the bridge, nervously eyeing the water for any. She kicked off her shoes, dropped her pocketbook on the bed and went to wash her hands. She had never had the chance to do anything for him since he had asked her to move into his home. He had always been the one to give — praise, support, encouragement — and all she had managed to give was gratitude. Despite the vast difference in their circumstances, and even knowing, as she did, that what he was offering was nothing more than a home, her desire to give everything she was and had to him was. - Because I had hoped to regain my son. And now I realized that I can not just get ahead happiness. I can not force yourself to love . I can not just make a man cum in me, and then live happily ever after. Because this man is alone , and he will want to come back to the roof ...She cried , burying her face in the Roman , he pulled her to him , hid a blanket , and remained silent , feeling the hot women's tears running down his chest.- What am I gonna do with you? - With reproach , like naughty. God damn he said, then he stumbled back to his seat and plopped down. I look back to my poor wife,. She was still laying there with her legs wide open, her pussy lips where leaking his cum from between them. I don't know why I did this but I stood up and walked over to her motionless body. My own dick sticking out it full four inches but instead of taking sloppy seconds I dropped to my knees and started licking her nasty cunt. Everything was so slick. Her lips where swollen and so was her clit..