”Over breakfast, I mentioned, “Did I tell you the Ellen show called Peter asking if you’d be a guest?”“Really? Why?” she asked, stuffing h...er face with scrambled eggs.Smiling at her innocence, I told her, “Because of your song.”“Oh.” A moment later, she said, “I don’t think I want to be on television. I’d be too nervous.”“I think you should do it.”“Why?”“So you’ll know what fame is like. You’ll know if that’s what you want.”“No thanks.”“So, how sore are you?” I asked.Amelia laughed, clearly. I just held her for a few seconds and then kissed her on the cheek. She didn’t respond so I thought maybe I could go little farther. As we parted from the hug I leaned in and tried to give her a kiss. She pulled away, and went right into her house. I left feeling a little confused. The hug had felt real and she wanted it and that seemed to me to give me a chance to continue. The next day we were supposed to work nights, and when I got to work, I realized that she had booked the night off. As I. Mainly because he always asked if he could shave her pussy. She pondered the thought, would he allow her to shave him?The thought of his smooth cock and balls made her juices run down her thighs. Oh god, she couldn’t wait, and hurried to the tub.He was already in the water, and gave her a devilish grin. “I thought you’d got lost or something.”She flashed him a smile and chirped, “Or something.” She then laid the towels down, making sure the razor and stuff were still hidden. He helped her in,. "Take it in your pussy!" Hecommanded. And for a moment I really did think of it as my pussy. And meas his wife. A big rugged man ramming his cock into his wife's pussy.He intensified his fucking. "You want a divorce now, huh? You want adivorce now or you wanna stay with me like this? Get fucked like this?Huh, what's it gonna be?"He'd said I'd have a few days! But logic had slid out of my brain as thatcock had slid into my ass. I could hardly even form the simple words. Thethought of being even.