.no..she wore a black band t shirt with the neck cut out so it rested off one shoulder, tight shredded jeans with holes in just the right places, a go...th boys dream right down to the leather choker she was wearing, I was dumbfounded, hell it didnt help that with her chopped black hair,pouty full lips,and deep green eyes,she looked like that girl from the Tron movie, she laughed as she helped me pick up all the stuff and followed me inside.Latter at the bonfire , I stayed with her, I had no. Had you mentioned what you had found to me I would have explained why I read those stories. The best fiction closely mimics real life so I know that there are real men, if I can even call them that, who live as slaves to their wives and are their cuckolds. I could not believe that any man could be so weak and so pathetic as to accept that from someone who is supposed to be their loving spouse. I find that kind of man disgusting and repulsive and I would never ever consider that kind of life. But nothing seemed to help; she was too good, he was unable to turn his mind away from the pleasure she was willingly giving.Adam looked down again, watching her head rise and fall, watching his cock slide in and out of the ruby-lipped heaven and he felt her suck on his manhood even harder. Adam could feel his load form at the base of his shaft and tried to wish it away, trying to prolong this enjoyment for as long as he could. But he knew the fight was useless, she was exciting him way too. I'd turned off the car and joined them at the table. I turned to Mariah, "Ok, so 'that', was part one." She was staring at the car, then she finally looked at me, "So, then what's-" I reached in my pocket, looked around and I paused. I motioned for them to move closer. "Well, I believe we should have that conversation in a less.... populated area?" We all nodded, and stood up to leave, then I pulled Mariah closer to me, "So, do you want to ride back with me?" She smiled, "Hell yes I do." In one.