For years he had struggled with what Alex called a “short fuse”. Most times he couldn't last more than a few minutes during sex. His wife never co...mplained about it, but he would often catch her playing with herself afterwards when she thought he was asleep. Brad felt ashamed that he couldn’t be there for his wife like she wanted, so one Christmas he gave her a surprise. It was that first time, watching his wife get fucked by another man, that he realized how much more his wife needed. He. His morals were impeccable but his mind must have been among the filthiest on the planet.“Go on,” said Peter with a resigned air, “Why?”“To see Kevin’s wife of course. What’s she going to be wearing tonight, Kevin?”

”No idea, but obviously more than you want her to,” Kevin quipped. They all laughed, including Kevin, who felt he was most in need of cheering after that morning.“Yeah come on Kevin, give us some details, does she have anything sexy picked out for tonight?” Lee persisted. Kevin. "Come," Philips said, gesturing with his shining blade, his long facial scar a vivid scarlet. "I've found you a bed at Morrison's. This man sent for me after hearing you cry out. I'm sorry, girl. I was, well, come along."The first mate sheathed his short sword, walked across to the food baskets and kicked them over. He hefted the water bucket, doused the small stove in a cloud of steam and wood smoke then blew out the flickering lantern. "Now you miserable, filthy sons of bitches can stay here. The taste of his blood, I lost control.I seemed to pierced member of this gentle body of a wild cat. I held her delicate skin, leaving scratches and bruises, Kusan chest. She did not stay in debt. Aching lips and cuts on his back ate pot. My shirt, it turned into a doormat. The carpet was hopelessly flawed. I lifted her hair, putting them in the tail and threw it on the table. Touching the nipples to the cool table, she stiffened and bit her lip. I boldly walked into her tight ass from behind.