We called her that, even though her name was Charlotte and she should have been called Charlie for short. Things don’t always work out the way you p...an.“Come here,” Addie said, taking Bean. She rocked her in her arms, cooing to her. I warned her that she was going to get baby vomit on her dress, but she didn’t seem to care.“Oh, thank god you’re here,” Rita said. Her hair and makeup had already been done. She looked so fucking beautiful that it made my heart ache. It was her wedding day.“Sorry. “Okay, Pubezilla!” My son said as he turned to me and asked if I was ready to be evaluated to be trained.“Yes, Sir, I am as ready as I’ll ever be,” I tried to sound confident, but I know I seemed nervous.My husband sat at the table in the kitchen and played around on his computer. To Stefan’s credit, he had helped all afternoon with staging this, but he was far from supportive. I knew he liked looking at Betty and her daughters, though. They liked to tease him and shake their asses for him only. Don't get me wrong. It wasn't forcible rape, but Missy was only fifteen!But once my husband found out, he played major head games with the poor bastard. He even threatened to bend him over and fuck him up the ass, not that it would hurt the guy.You see, Dave's hung like a hamster, but he does have game! That's my 'ole man'. I'll give it to him. He makes sure I never want for an orgasm.Unfortunately, he has gotten kinky as of late, more so than I would care for, normally.I didn't mind it when he. She put a bead of lube down her own pink rubber cock. We faced one another, rubbing our respective falaces until finally I came a little. I had been mostly drained from earlier, but what small amount I did produce dripped onto the apron lying at my feet. My hardon started to fade, and my dick became flaccid in my hand, she stroked the strap on even more vigorously. She motioned to the living room and smacked me hard across the ass with the spatula as I walked toward it."Bend over that," she.