If I'd what? There I go again. Thinking about that overbearing excuse of a man and what it'd be like to continue allowing him to do... Do what? Make m... feel like a slut? To make me shed my prudish mien? To force me to see myself as something sexual? Something other than a baby-making, frumpy old housewife?Panic crept in as I neared the store. Flipping on the directional, I swerved my car into a severe U-turn. Cars around me honked. Wheels squealed. Drivers cursed -- I think they did anyway.. Then when I was ready to cum I buried my cock even deeper into her and flooded her womb with gallons of my spunk. I had been needing to get off. We laid there catching our breath. "Wow! You are an amazing fuck." Elsa said. We fell asleep with my limp cock still deep inside her. The next morning I awoke with massive morning wood. I decided to push my luck and pushed my cock into Elsa's still gooey pussy and let my balls drain. "Thanks I love waking to a man pumping my pussy full of hot cum.". Powerful hum of the black stallion of a mighty Charger rolling to pick meup.He got out to get the door for me, his strong hand brushed high up mysmooth shaven thigh, I gasped, he circled my silken waist, and planted akiss which was preceeded by an exploring tongue darting upon my lips, mybody arched in black satin, my breathing very audible.Next thing was owning the road with the rockin stereo blasting, his handmoved up and down my smooth arm, he liked being in control, I was sovulnerable in. I know because I was watching from some pre-planned vantage points. It was hard to hold back when he inflicted some pain on her body but the time wasn't right yet.Soon enough he pushed her knees apart as slid his tool, which wasn't any bigger than mine, into my trembling wife. I watched a few rough strokes before I made my appearance, quietly pressing the muzzle of my Glock .40 against the side of his head. Courtney clamped her legs around him and he was pretty helpless."OK shithead. I don't.