You know very well. Moreover, you are married also. You are not a virgin. Don’t talk like this.She- Please no, I never experienced 2 fingers.Me- Why..., your husband doesn’t do this?She- He is not dirty like you.Me- Whats dirty in this? Does he do with one finger only?She- I told you na, he doesn’t do all this stuff. He uses his thing more.Me- Oh, so you are not used to finger fucking. If you say, I also use my thing in place of fingersShe- No, never. I wont do that with you. I don’t know why I am. I was proud of my tastes and felt good at having a reason to display them again, and someone to display them for. I smiled and poured a cup of Irish coffee and surveyed my work. Yes. The room positively reeked of pussy-loving manliness. I had time to relax and enjoy it before washing up and dressing for Ashley. I sat with my tablet in my reading chair and checked Yahoo for a reply to my last message, which had been, "I have so much more for you, angel." Nothing. I was anxious to send her my cum. But he shouldn't have bothered. She was already awake.Arabella kept her eyes closed and listened to her husband's sounds as he dressed. She was deeply hurt.He was probably off to see one of his lovers. She dare not complain. That's why she lay there faking sleep. He didn't know that she knew a thing.Or perhaps he didn't care. Maybe he didn't care in the slightest that she knew where he was going. That would be an even bitter pill to swallow indeed.She wanted Frank. Nobody but him. She loved him. Again you might ask, why? Well, let me explain.I'm Bob Saunders and I have been married to my beautiful bride, Carol, for seventeen years. We have ... er had a son who had turned fifteen just last month. It seems he had a unique birthday wish, that only he and his mother knew about. She gave him his wish the day after his birthday. Yeah, I'll get to that wish in a minute. Let me tell this my way, OK?I met Carol in high school and we dated off and on since our sophomore year, then permanently in.