'I just sat there looking at Casey and the kids as if they were fucking crazy. Maybe it's PMS or early menopause, I thought. Maybe this bitch is bipol...ar. Maybe she's high or drunk? Nah — I don't smell any alcohol on her breath. So where is this divorce shit coming from?Casey finally dropped the papers on the counter, and handed me a check for half of the money in our bank accounts."Kids, take your dad's bags to his truck," demanded Casey.Un-fucking-believable! They had packed my bags before I. "But aesthetically I would like the ball sac removed atthe same time he is castrated. I want it to be smooth and look like hewas born without any testicles." That's going to mean some stitches and some recovery time," Traciereplied. "It can be a day procedure but he will feel some pain. I canarrange it for this Friday evening, after you get off work, and he shouldbe up and running by Monday morning." That sounds good," Kate said with a giggle. "Maybe I should take him outThursday night for a. After all he had even consented once to give her oral sex, what more could she ask?*****At work the next day he pondered his dilemma. Was there anything that he would not do for her in return for anal sex? No, he would even go down ‘there’ again and again to try fucking her tight ass, that hole that lured him with its taut promise. It would be so delicious, her stretched face down whilst he pushed ruthlessly into the depths. He would excite her with his hands and give her an explosive orgasm. Just as hungry as she was, I answered her kiss with one of my own, ardently sucking on her tongue as our lips mashed together. My hands slid up under her blouse, up to her breasts, cupping her generous orbs, my thumbs stroking over her bra covered nipples. I could feel them stiffen to little points as my thumbs circled around them. Pulling her head away, she said, “Follow me!” Giving her a puzzled look, I let her lead me to the tasting room bar. There, with a full view of the approach road and.