At first he started out slow, then picked up the pace a bit, causing spit to run down my throat, out of my mouth, and onto the floor. I was in pure ec...tasy. Having this guy force feed me his cock was almost as good as sucking on pussy. He rammed my face and I felt the balls slap under my chin, fully knowing this is what a slut feels like. I then grabbed his ass and forced that pole almost all the way down. I almost gagged, but kept it together. He asked if I was alright (very courteous by the. "Do you think I am a ... a ... slut?" What?! No!"She replaced the spoon in the bowl. "Do you really think I am pretty? Or are you just saying that?" I think you are very pretty, Lida." I do not understand..." She was shaking her head, but then she went back to eating her breakfast. I finished my coffee and began peeling potatoes, which I would parboil and put in with the bird to roast. I did that and made a start on the Brussels Sprouts."Can I help?" I don't mind. It's nice just having you. I wanted to send her out into the street to be a cheap whore. She thinks she can just fuck another guy? Why, because I've been a little distracted by our daughters and their nubile bodies? Any guy would. They were beauties. But she was still my wife. And, a part of me not consumed by the anger, twinged with guilt. I had, technically, cheated on her. With three girls. What made me any different?Well, the Halo. I could do it. Mine didn't hurt her. Not after I told her it didn't. She didn't feel. Wendy, Diane, and Abby baked cute bite-sized snacks with cookies in the shape of cocks and pussies. The women made jokes about their size, comparing them to their husband or boyfriend’s cock. It didn’t take much time for the conversations to turn more sexual in nature. Vicky had put together a slide show presentation to play on the TV about Karen that was interwoven with short scenes of hardcore porn.While Karen opened her gifts of sexual jokes and lingerie, scenes of fucking, threesomes and.