You deserve to be a hotwife. You have been at his side for years, encouraging him to make more money, telling him how to dress, pointing out his fault..., doing more than your share of the housework, telling him pointless stories in endless detail about people he does not know. He should love you above all other women and want you to be happy. Naturally, his pathetic recent attempts to "make love to you" (when you need to be FUCKED) with his teeny wienie cannot satisfy a total woman like you.. Feeling every centimeter of him, feeling his head deep inside. I stop. He can feel my pussy clenching. . . His hands are on my hips, urging me down. My hands are braced on his shoulders, holding me up. I slide down a little more, he releases my hips. As soon as I feel him release me, I slide back up his cock, until only the tip of his head is in me. I pulse my pussy up and down, just his head sliding in and out. Mmmm, it feels so good. I shiver each time his cock opens my pussy, tingles running. While I savored my breakfast, it gave me a moment to think.“Is there some kind of lawyer maneuver that can be made to protect Zak?” I asked.“Like what?” Dad asked.“I don’t know. You hear about everyone getting deals if they testify. What if Zak’s lawyers made some sort of deal with Zander’s people for access to the video? Something along the lines of them not being able to use any of the other stuff if it doesn’t pertain to the case and that they won’t go to the cops on him based on what they. I didn't even mean to suggest it as the Saturday cinema. Usually, there is a discussion and maybe a little teasing of each other's film taste. There is always something to be found in the one's past choices that the other person could mock and hold against you. However, this tradition was bypassed that evening.As I sat there and watched this beautiful creature change her tune about the movie she wanted to see, I started thinking that she must be full of guilt. It was as frightening as it was.