How trust always seems to end up as weakness. How faith is just another word, or else the name of a nice girl that got bullied at school. How that fat... cunt could fuck my wife for three hours solid without having a heart attack – the amount of Viagra he had to have taken, his ticker should have blown up and tocked it’s last within minutes. It would only have been fair for that to happen. Evil fucking karma. It never strikes at the right time.I tried to explain it to her.“You knew exactly what I. My hand caressed your inner thighs, and they were wet as well, as you were so excited. I rubbed 1 finger along the now naked slit of your pussy. Your lips opened wide like a flower waiting for a bee. I put one finger in just a little, then deeper. I could feel the hot pussy cream covering my finger. I had to taste it. I slowly gazed into your eyes, as I moved my finger to my mouth, and tasted your warm pussy elixir, and then licked my finger dry. I had to have more! And so did you! I put one. He always had Kay on his mind. He often wondered if he had done the right thing. He loved her enough to let her go. Questions always ran through his mind. What does she think if him now that she knew the truth about Sonny? Would she accept him and the things he has done? Would he make her happy? Would she trust him? Luca often went and watched Kay. He would stay hidden so she wouldn’t see him.“Hello Luca?”“Damnit Sal! You scared the shit out of me. What the hell are you doing sneaking up on me. ... Fucking you... Deep stroking you. His cock is deep inside you now... and you love it. He is taking you... He is breeding you... he is turning you.Put your hands on the wall, and press your ass back against him. Give your ass to him. His dick is pounding you. It's hitting your spot... and if feels so fucking good. He is grabbing your hips and fucking you and you are pushing back against him like a slut. You've never felt anything like this in your entire life. Then... suddenly, he pulls out.