His expression, one I had seen countless times before, was the final ingredient needed for me to orgasm. “Bobby, I--I’m going … to cum,” I mum...led, the orgasm sitting deep inside me waiting for room to explode. “Yes my baby, cum.” He pinched his jaw closed and said through gritted teeth, “Cum for daddy!” I took a breath and arched my back. I waited for the release, and when it hit, it hit me hard. I moaned loudly, “Ohhhhh.” Strong waves of heated passion took control of my inner muscles,. I reached on time but she was not there. She called me and said she was standing opposite Starbucks and asked me to come there. She was in her winter jacket and jeans. When I reached there, she didn’t say anything. She just walked into the apartment nearby. I followed her without a clue.Then she went inside the lift and I also rushed into that. There were a few others so she didn’t speak. When the lift stopped on her floor, she went to her flat. I followed her like a puppy.I couldn’t believe. On shaky legs, she shambled from lamp post to lamp post, stopping at each one for a break of internal screaming. Good Samaritans no longer stopped to ask her if she was alright; every driver in the neighborhood knew her as the weird, mute girl that waved them away. Rain was good news, at least. Living with her condition made a girl feel like she always needed a shower. Rain helped… a bit.She forced herself to walk a little faster today, for she was meeting someone. Visiting the apartment of a. I know, I know, most men will say the same thing, that their wives are weird to some degree, but how many have wives who like to give hand jobs? I don't mean that she likes to give them to me - I mean she likes to give them to just about anybody. She says when she has a guys cock in her hand she feels a sense of power and control that turns her on and I must admit that when we make love following one of her encounters she fucks like a woman possessed.My wife, Pat, is very involved in civic.
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