. long and loud. He immediately halted, thinking he'd hurt me, but I grabbed him and pulled him to me... "Oh no, don't stop, oh God Daddy don't stop, ...uck me, oh yes please.... oh god FUUUUCCCCKKK MMMEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!"And he did... long hard strokes, sometimes slow, sometimes fast.. spreading my pussy lips wide with his big cock, filling me to overflowing... and I loved it! oh yes... loved it like never before. His mouth was once again devouring my breasts and nipples adding to the incredible. But marriage did not mean good sex. In fact, it was terrible. My wife wouldn't let me eat her pussy, a blow job was definitely out of the question, and she wouldn't even stroke my cock for me. As our marriage was falling apart she started drinking, and she would drink until she passed out more nights out of the week than not.One night she passed out, and when she woke up the next day, hung over and sullen, and asked me what I had done the previous night, I told her I had gone to a bar, found. Three weeks later we were at the studio, we were his last clients of the day the makeup artist did Anne's make up before leaving. The doors were locked and we went into the studio our first photos were the normal ones were we dressed in our good clothes Anne wearing one she had recently worn at the Grand Prix Ball one that showed off her cleavage to perfection I had one taken in my Dinner Suit after single photos we did one as a couple, I say one but Danny took about twenty of each all in. "It would help...a lot, if...." If what?" If maybe...you did something else for me too," I then told her."Like what?" she asked curiously."Well, it's not like I have any Playboy's handy," I said causing her to laugh, "You know...to sort of jump start things a little," I spoke."So you mean you need more than just the touch of my hand to give you a jump start?" she joked back, though obviously nervous, her mind already processing the hint of what I was asking her."Well yeah, sort of," I finished..