But as the months turned to years, we slowly began to drift apart. I was very loyal to her but she just didn’t really have the energy for sex whene...er I was horny. The few times a month we would do it would be special occasions like a birthday, holiday, or date nights. The sex felt like a chore after awhile as my wife was too stressed with work and her schedule to pleasure herself, or me for that matter. After three years of marriage, our relationship took a turn for the worse when she. He was far from home and no one could see him. His own hand was already feeling his erection through his chinos. His heart was beating harder, and it seemed to skip a beat when the brunette, who was now on his knees, grasped the elastic band, pushed the cotton down, and released the swollen cock, which spring to full attention. George wished that it were brighter. Why couldn’t this have happened at noon, when the sun flooded into this little garden. Even now, though, he could detect the dark. "Come and fuck me." She pleaded, "Fuck me please" As I stood up to release my cock, she looked at me and said "No, not you. Harry. I want Harry to fuck me in front of you. I want you to guide his cock into me though and then I want you to sit back and watch his cock fucking my bald cunt." Harry knelt down in front of her raised pussy so that his cock was just nudging her cunt. I took hold of it and guided it go up and down her pussy, stroking her pussy up and down, stroking her clit with his. They say that she died instantly and didn’t feel anything. At least, that’s what everyone told me. But I remember. I saw her. She turned and looked at me. She seemed fine until she touched me, stopped my pain. I felt warm where her hand rested and saw her smile for an instant before she began screaming. Cheryl was the last thing I saw. Of course I remember. The dreams started soon after that. At first we were playing when an adult, sometimes man, sometimes woman, would come and take her away..