CC spent more time at her gallery than at home. Our lovemaking disappeared and it became a mercy fuck occasionally. Then about three weeks ago she hir...d a male model for one of my book covers. He was a Fabio ‘wannabe’ 6’ 3” and chiseled. He also had an ego bigger than ‘The Donald’.Once she started using him, I was ignored. On top of that, where she usually spent three to five days to complete a book cover Jerrod Clousen had been in town for almost three weeks. I asked about the cover, and every. Skimming your pubic hair. One finger slips between your wet lips.. Teasing your clit gently.. You buck into my hand and moan in my ear. My hand covers your sweet wet lips pressing against them. Two fingers slide between them parting you softly as my fingers trace lines all over your pussy.My teeth nip your ear and tug just a bit as 2 fingers slide inside you. Pressing lightly against your opening, I pump my fingers inside your wetness. Opening them I stretch you gently. I keep up that motion as. My wife, Cindy, had asked me to clean up the wrapping paper and packages strewn about the tree while she drove her parents back to their home in Mt. Norton, about thirty miles distant.I paused in my primary activity to scan the living room, with its wrapping and ribbon scattered about as though a tornado had just ripped through it. This had been a good year for us all. We had many blessings to count, and the bounty of our children's Christmas was a mark of that. I honestly felt that this past. Come on. We both need a fun night out.’ Too late. Beth was begging. She really didn’t want to go alone. ‘Hmmmm… I do like to hear a woman beg. Go on, sweetheart.’ The exaggerated lecherous smile on his lips was audible through the phone. ‘Oh shut up, man-whore. Matador’s not too far from your office, anyway. Train it in to work on Friday, and I’ll pick you up at 6.’ The rest of the week flew by in a blur. After her divorce, Beth had embraced her new independence by not only throwing herself.