"The next morning Mary watched her husband walk through the security gate at the airport on his way to Seattle and to Kelli."I can't believe just how ...fucked up my life and my marriage have become. My husband hates me and right now I hate myself." Wearily, Mary turned and walked back to the parking lot where she had left her car. Her depression was so deep and overpowering that she would hardly function but she was able to drive herself home without killing herself or anyone else. Later that. The atmosphere in the tent was rather brisk, a polite way of saying, "too damn cold."First things first, I crawled naked past our saucepan, a.k.a: a chamber pot. Screw it! I didn't want to bother cleaning our makeshift toilet, besides we would later need to melt snow to replace our drink water. At the door to our tent, I climbed to my knees. An upset bride once asked a famous advice columnist, "My husband insists on urinating in our backyard. Why does he do that?"Her answer became the stuff of. But his meat due to its unusual thickness had created that space in her and slowly he started fucking her.The bed rocked back and forth creaking loudly under the vigorous thrusts and their added weights. He fucked ruthlessly moving in and out in amazing speed. Anjali’s eyes were closed and her breathing was getting heavier. Her legs were wrapped around his ass and her hands around his back whereas Ananth’s hand gripped the bed posts and his head was over her with their lips glued together.He. Making sure she gathers every last drop of cum. Pulling me from her mouth and with a loud swallow the load is gone. I lean against the counter and breath heavy. “Mmmmm so good” she moans licking her lips and catching the last drops of cum. “I need more though!”“Holly I don’t know...”“Just lie down!” She stands up and turns my shoulders and somehow, I follow her lead. Without resistance I lie down on the floor. It’s a little chilly on my ass but that’s quickly replaced by Holly straddling down.