Maybe it was, maybe it wasn’t? But something told me that what she and Malcolm had represented even more of a threat to our marriage. At the end of ...he day, Chris was a playboy. A guy who loved to play the field, something that Jill knew only too well, something that would always act as a brake on how far she’d give her heart to him. But I sensed Malcolm was a totally different kind of guy. A guy whose whole code and ethos had been loyalty, sacrifice, and commitment – even unto death. This was. ”Sharon kissed Hoot right on the mouth and patted his butt as he turned to leave, red faced.“Sharon when you ever decide to get married and I hope it’s no time soon, you should find someone just like Hoot, I just love that boy to death.”“I know Mom, I feel the same way and if there’s someone out there like him that’ll have me, I’ll find him and bring him here for some of your fried chicken too, you can count on it,” Sharon said as she hugged her Mom.Hoot drove home thinking about all he has. They were so tight up against his body, I could tell he hadn’t cum in a long time. He was breathing so heavy; I thought he was going to shoot his wad before I even got him in my mouth. I kept licking up and down his shaft to get him completely wet, and then I stuck his head into my mouth. I took my hand from his shaft and quickly licked my index finger, I then started to message around his asshole. He let out a loud moan, and I plunged his entire cock into my mouth and let his head slide. 'Crash had all the elements of a male dominated idea of sex', she continued, as I got back into me seat, 'she was restrained, wearing the sexist clothing, ripe for the taking, she was not fucked, she was ****d'.My mouth fell open, I began to see what it was she was getting at, 'The leg braces were her immobilization, a substitute for men holding her legs open, the contrasts of hard against soft, the look on her face', I was babbling on, until she raised one finger and I stopped.'The look on her.