When his ass cheeks reached the floor, he grabbed down, pushed the base of the bottle in and it was gone. I sat next to him, watching with amazement. ...id he really just insert a 1,5 litre bottle in his asshole? He turned sideways I could clearly see the bottle bulging his belly. “What now?” I asked, petting the imprint of the bottle. “Now it stays there till tonight. That’s a good practice to stretch the colon and it really feels great.” He moved towards me, pushed me back gently and rubbed his. It didn’t cause the reaction I wanted, he barely stopped looking long enough to acknowledge the fact that I had smacked him. So I did what any sensible woman would do: I screamed so loud in his ear that he had no choice but to save the value of his eardrum and stumble backwards. ‘What the fuck, Jamie?!’ I picked up my clothes that had fallen out during his hunt and turned to face him, giving my best glare and using my index finger to poke him in the chest. ‘Look, fuckhead. I already have bad. It was so intense, requiring Mommy's full attention all night every night, that for the first time since they married, Daddy had to be put to sleep with a quick hand job instead of with his spent prick dozing happily in his wife's warm pussy. But at least he had some wonderful wet dreams and still got to eat Mommy juicy pussy every morning, not knowing what the strange new taste was.Because of Nick's instinctive cunni-linguistic talents, Mommy had little to teach him about rug munching except. Initially she'd decided to tell him the truth. She'd had to accept long ago that Luke didn't want to be found by her and she owed it to him to set him free. She'd been getting along just fine, rebuilding her life, starting over... Then the doctor had told her that Luke's body was so badly damaged, it would take a strong mind to endure the coming weeks of treatment and physical therapy. There was some swelling on his brain, he had some bruised ribs, a punctured lung, a fractured arm; his body.