I have read the comments sections on Twitter, on Flickr, when I post my pictures. They call me a whore, a slut, a cunt. They call me ugly. They tell m... I'm a worthless piece of shit. Even the words they use are hard and sharp and cacophonous: fuck, cock, tit, cunt. I don't care. They are avatars to me. They are blocks of pixels. I love soft words. Pussy is a soft word. Kiss is a soft word. Sigh. Cum. Lovely. I put down the camera. I hold both my breasts in my hands. My nipples are now engorged,. And then there was her aggressive sexual behavior last night. What was behind that? Could she have fucked Nick and Eddie? I was no longer certain that she didn't.Suspicion is a terrible thing to carry around. I spent days wondering what, if anything, my lovely wife might have done that night. I suppose I could have asked her and I believe that if I had she would have told me truthfully that she had or hadn't, but I also suppose I didn't really want to know for sure. What was really disquieting. "Wh...why?" Her head moved closer."Because I want to sell your wife some things. Now you could fit intosome of the lovely panties that I have on sale now." Janet smiled,nodding. It would do for her husband to enjoy. Karen knew that her spellswere always set by her coven. They loved to do this to males. Sure hemight not deserve it, but the lust that she got and power from all themasculinity that she stole fed her.The fuel that their lost manhood gave her was something that she alwaysloved to. Le liya aur usne meri fee bhi nahi li do deen bad sunday ko uska phon aaya aur kaha aaj kya tum aa sakte ho maine kaha thik he me rat ke 11 baje uske ghar pahucha uska ghar bahut hi achchha tha maine jaise hi dorbell bajayi to ek khubsurat bhabhi ne darvaja khola me to use dekhta hi rah gaya usne skin tight t-shirt aur trouser pahan rakha tha uske boobs bahut bade aur gol the mera lund to use dekhkar hi khada ho gaya aur uske lips gulabi the muje to use dekhkar hi kiss karne ko man karne laga.