.. it’s best we love it ... And care for it ... And fix it when it’s broken ... And heal it when it’s sick.This is true. For marriage ... And ol... cars ... And children with bad report cards ... And dogs with bad hips ... And aging parents ... And grandparents. We keep them because they are worth it, because we are worth it. Some things we keep. Like a best friend that moved away or a classmate we grew up with.There are just some things that make life important, like people we know who are. "I must...swallow, I will swallow his cum load." He answers. "Oh, Michael, that's is so sexy and sweet! Bruce, would you allow us the privilege of making my husband a cocksucker?" I request. "I would love to!" Bruce responds. Then as I step back and begin removing my strap on, Bruce begins undressing in front of my kneeling husband. I realize we are about to realize our deepest fantasy of turning my husband into a cocksucking faggot. My pussy drips thinking about it. Then, I almost orgasm, as. Instead of voicing his thoughts he just said ‘I am honoured to be your escort this evening’ he even added ‘Milady’ to it for effect, bowing slightly at the waist. He glanced up and saw what he thought was a hint of a smile. ‘That wasn’t bad, perhaps with more practise you will get it perfect. It will do.’ She flicked her lace fan open and fanned herself lightly. ‘We should be going, I ordered the coach to be here just after sunset.’ Carlix nodded and offered his arm to her, feeling more nervous. Linda was leaning over the table and filling her bowl with peanuts from the basket in the middle of the table. It was a bit of a reach, so she was leaning on her elbows as she did it... and it seemed to take quite a while.The guys on either side of her where leaning back behind her... apparently to make room for her. Her eyes had sort of a glazed look, I wondered if she might have had too much to drink. She sat back down and the guys next to her helped her eat the peanuts.Just a couple of.