She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves. She didn't even understand why she was nervous, this was her husband, after all... the man she had vowed to spend her life with, the man she loved. But as she opened her eyes and saw herself in the mirror she was reminded that she might not be the same woman he had married. The woman looking back from the mirror at her was oozing sex appeal, from her tousled hair to her painted pout she looked like she knew what she wanted and. . I knew that to drink the contents I'd have to hold my breath. I had one ace up my sleeve. I knew from being taught how by boys I'd dated in high school that I could shotgun a beer in two seconds flat by relaxing my throat and letting it pour past without swallowing. I'd just do the same and shotgun the cum. Which I did to the cheers of the men watching. I tried not to think about what I was pouring down my throat, Just get it down, I thought. Hopefully it would stay down. I had no. I along with a few local friends helped with moving the items from their home. The divorce had turned pretty nasty, and the move was under the supervision of the local police to keep things peaceful. Moving household items in a snowstorm was a challenge, but we got it done and finally were on the road. Dave was sad and talked as we drove about how things had become. His job kept him away from home for many years and apparently his wife had found companionship with a man who lived in their. I knew that he wanted to use his cock on me. My pussy wanted daddy's cock also. It was already wet enough. "Daddy, will you please fuck me? My wet pussy is aching for your long hard cock!" I asked as I ran my hand across his chest and laid my head into his shoulder again. "Is that what you really want, Ella? It would be something neither of us could take back." "Yes, it's what I really want. It will be something we share and our little secret." After I said that, daddy whipped my body around so.