You gave me a hand job... on our honeymoon." Hmmm Mmmfff!"I looked at my watch."Do you remember the next time we had sex?" he asked."Mmmmmmmmmfff!" It...was about a month later... you remember... right? The night we looked at all those new cars..." Mmmm hmmm hmmm hmmmmmmm!" she was crying now, tears rolling down her cheeks."Let me see..." he said, "The next time... Oh yes! I remember. It was the night we moved in to our big, luxurious new house. Remember that? What did you call it once when we. Taylor;s room was really fancy more fancy than my house she led me to come sit with her , we chatted we drank we must have downed a whole bottle of wine between us i could see she was getting tired or drunk one of the two i excused myself and asked if she wanted me to leave because she looked tiredshe lightly grazed the side of my head saying she dosent mind i just lost my train of thought staring at her luscious red lips so red and full and puffy so kissable i was broken out of my gaze when. So, that being said, I had to kneel there FOREVER. I never figured out what time I arrived, but I'd estimate that I was locked there at least 6 hours. The whole time I felt the stares of the other new girls on me, too humiliated to even lift my head as I listened to their hushed whispers, all of them wondering, what I did to get locked up like this. The last new inmate finally processed, and none of them in the same situation I'm in, all the guards line them up, having cuffed, waist chained. The closed up one.“I bet your pussy is getting so wet right now,” I captioned the third pic, a saucy one with my fingers buried into my twat.“I know mine is,” captioned the fourth pic. It was me bent over and showing my futa-cock dangling between my thighs, my ass looking hot in the reflection of the mirror.“So it’s easy to know how to figure out the angels on a right triangle, but it can be harder on the others.” She smiled. “But if you know two of them, you can figure out the third. Easy.