I quickly move over to her, pushing one side of the coffee table away so that her foot can still rest on it but I have room to kneel down. I lean over...and kiss the tip of her big toe, then the knuckle, then the top of her foot... her ankle... her shin... her knee... Although I don't rush, caressing every millimeter of her skin with my lips, I'm soon looking at one of the glorious sights of my life!http://xhamster.com/photos/view/2420265-39751486.htmlAfter taking a moment to savor it, I trace. It’s not like I asked her to marry me. She asked me and I accepted. Sadly, our marriage was anything other than wedded bliss. She the ex-wife got pregnant the following year. She was 24 at the time and had just received her Master’s Degree. Her family supported us for the most part until both of us were out in the world pulling our own weight. Along came Mehul, our son and I wasn’t even 23. He was a beautiful boy. I fell in love with him the second I first saw him and I swore I’d be the best. Strong rough men are the best. Like the one who told me to go over to his little corner. I obediently did, going on my knees, venerating that thick cock as it forcefully fucked my mouth. There was no foreplay: it was oral sex among two strangers, him wanting to release and use me as a whore. I wanted him to. So the cock was going faster and deeper, down my throat, gagging me. I resisted the sudden v******e, but he wanted more, would not stop, insulting me telling me, 'take it you faggot, take. Maybe it was the anger coursing through me that was the difference.'Holly!' I said softly, looking at her. 'I can't bring your Nan back, like you can't bring my mother back, but we can help each other.' I didn't feel that she could actually help me but thought it might sound better to the young girl. I continued when I saw a slight nod. 'For a start you can come home with me, so you don't get drenched.' The rain was already getting heavier and we both needed to get a move on to avoid that.