”“So, you don’t think I love you?”“I think your definition of love might be a little less encompassing than mine. My definition of love incl...des trust.”“So, you don’t trust me.” Erin winced.“I trust you a lot less because you were weak and ready to fall.”Erin’s eyes began to water.“But I trust you more because you didn’t.”“As far as love? I asked you if you could love Blossom’s babies. I didn’t ask you if you could love Lynn’s. Should I?”“No! Of course not!”“But only because you consider them. It looked like he was going to try to mount her shortly, but with her stuck as she was, I had a better idea. I pushed Rex back, although he clearly did not want to go. I then curled my hand into a claw shape, and scratched at her butt and back, as if Rex was trying to mount her. I kneeled behind her, and guided the tip of my cock towards he swollen pussy lips, wet with her cum. I squeezed her hips with my fingernails, which should feel like Rex’s claws with any luck, and then jabbed my hard. SHIT! Did I just say "my husband's little dick?" Gee, what am I thinking? God, I wanted to fuck so bad! I did not want to make love, I wanted to just fuck. I did not dare to take a chance that Peter would discover that I had men's cum coming out of my ass and pussy. I know how mad he gets and I am sure that if he did ever find out about my not being a virgin and that on our wedding day that I had been screwed over 10 times (maybe more) that he would never understand how or why and would hurt me. ‘So what does everyone else around here call you?’ He sat and thought about it for a moment. ‘Either Luke or ‘boss’.’ He shrugged. Mandy sighed. ‘Luke it is then.’ ‘And I shall call you, Mandy?’ Mandy nodded in agreement. ‘There now!’ she said with satisfaction. ‘That’s one thing settled any way.’ She reached forward to pick up her mug and sat sipping the hot beverage. Luke sat there watching her for a moment, she had the most perfect, little and delicate hands he’d ever seen. The nails were.