The sight of this beautiful creature being spit-roasted was incredible. Apparently, she liked it too since there were some moans and then her thighs a...d ass just started to tremble. Good thing we were in our marina or the scream she let loose would have brought the police anywhere else.So how did things get to this point you may ask?Perhaps a brief overview of my seventeen-year marriage may clear things up for you a bit.Dec. 1979I met Wendy through a buddy of mine who was dating her roommate. As we drive home, you take my panties from your pocket and lifts them to your nose and smells deeply. You will do this several times as we go along.I know that you love the scent of my cum, especially from the crotch of panties I drip into. Which is really all of them. I guess I will still have to wear panties from time to time to be able to give my wonderful Daddy this special treat.At home, we are quickly out of our clothes, and how we like to be. You are in your boxers and me in my diaper.. I write this story to help childless people. My English is not too good that’s why I write story in Urdu. Mari shadi ko 8yrs hogai thii lakin humara koi child nahi thaaHum na bhut doctors ko cheack kar waya or woo sab dr ya hei khata tha ka sab kuch normal na means hum dono main koi problem nahi ha lakin us ka bawajood mara hubby muja pregnent nahi kar paa raha thaa, main family waloon ka tana sun sun kar tang ay chuki thee or hubby bhi divorce daynaa ka lia tayr thaa,or khata ka ager child na. I mean that was weird, yes, but all this “Am I pretty?” stuff was even weirder. I mean what girl cares what her brother thinks about her? And the way she asked if I was perving out about her now sounded odd ... almost like she hoped I was.“Bobby?”I raised one finger to stop her, and just tried to think about things. I knew girls thought about their flaws a lot. Or what they perceived as their flaws. I knew girls were awful to each other, and that they talked about the flaws they perceived in.