“Fuck! You’re hard again. My husband is wham bam thank you mam and no more than once a night.” “I let you know when I’m done with you. N...ow just shut up and eat that candy bar. Your body for my enjoyment now.” I told her.She ate the candy bar as she bounced up and down on my cock as I slapped her huge breast all over my face and mouth. I tried to get both her big breast in my mouth but to no luck of trying. I felt the SUV move on the passenger side this time. I did not pay any attention. Every man for himself. Rack ‘em up bro.”While Riley was focused on getting the balls tightly racked, Dom and John passed a glance between each other. Game on.Dom broke the rack and dropped one of Riley’s balls right off the opening. Then dropped one of John’s so things appeared even handed. John shot next, and dropped one of Riley’s and one of Dom’s.Riley saw two of his 5 balls were out in the first two turns. Riley throat went dry and his palms started to sweat. His shot missed and he. It tortured me, and made me both angry and sad.Anything sound familiar so far?For years, the questions ran through my head. Why did she do it? It wasn't that she hated sex. She often enjoyed it, she said, and her bodily reactions told the same story. So if she liked it, why didn't she want to do it the next day? Or the day after? Or the day after that... ? I knew that it was a general problem, not just for me. The bitter jokes of other men told me so. And yet some men seemed to have a lot of. The floor was ice.A maid entered the room."I have clean cloths for you." She said in the way of greeting. The Chiurgeon must have told everyone I was bleeding. "and fresh water for you to wash." I heard the doors bar scrap locked as she entered. She busied herself around the room, making a fire, sweeping and straighting what little there was."Can you tell me anything? Where am I? Who holds me? Have they contacted my father yet? Anything?"She shook her head but whispered, "They won't be.