How could someone like her, someone who was used to being called a slut, whose cunt had taken in every prick it could, be worthy of someone so absurdl... beautiful and so ridiculously perfect as Buttercup? She had the sort of body most women would die for, and here she was, laid open to Tracey's attention as if... as if she were someone better than the girl she was. She just didn't deserve such good fortune.After the girls had recovered from their passion and ecstasy, they ventured into the. "I told Peg that I loved her and when this mess got over, I would hope that she will wait for me and we could get married if she still wanted me?" I asked her with a smile.“I will wait for you and yes I will marry you.” She cried back to me, as the MP’s started to come for me.The MP’s came up and escorted me out to an army van for the trip to Ohio. The Ohio police meet us at the border, and took custody of me and took me to Toledo for lodging. My trial was schedule for the third week of. . her profile . . . her . . . her butt! She was wearing soft and thin white bikini panties that hugged her very round ass and when she was fully turned with her back to me, I could imagine every outline of her glorious glutious. I was in awe and filled with butt lust. She continued to turn and the vision of her bottom began to move out of sight. Keri asked, "Now, if you are like Allen you would like to fondle Aria's ass, wouldn't you?"My head bobbed more than I intended."Aria, why don't you. She warned me that Howard would never accept it. She can't understand why I would want to cheat on him. She sees him as the perfect husband. She's right of course. He is perfect. Too perfect.Why am I so hell-bent on self-destruction? Why do I think I can have my wonderful husband and another man on the side? I don't understand myself. It's not like I haven't had the experience of other men before Howard and I met. I know the difference. I know how much better Howard is than other men. What is.