His poor wife, Anna, was visibly shaken as she melted into the couch in tears. Why did he have to always resort to the insults and shouting? Wasn’t ...it enough for him to just humiliate her and leave her in smug self-righteousness? Why did he have to insist on breaking her emotionally? He was likely cutting her down because he wasn’t getting his own way this time. Mike always got what he wanted. He had always based his decisions on what was best for Michael Kimmel, not what was the proper thing. I managed to park in her driveway without knocking down any trees, or driving over any rose bushes, which, considering my mental state, was an accomplishment. I knocked on the door, half hoping they had forgotten about this and had gone out somewhere. I was relieved when the door opened and Missy was there. She was dressed in a simple black sweater with gray pants. There was a fine gold chain with a small pearl pendant around her neck. She had curled her blonde hair so that it lay on her. I slowly squeezed and played with it while kissing her neck. She gave a slow moan and pulled me up to kiss me, then shoo stood up and motioned towards her bedroom. I followed her and once I reached her room she turned around and jumped on me and started kissing me wildly.I too participated in the sexy act and pushed her into the bed. I kissed her neck, collar bone, her cleavage and moved down to her navel, I slowly removed her top to reveal the most beautiful tummy I have ever seen! I licked. ” Upon saying this she must have noticed my cock out of the corner of her eye, now near it's full length(6 inches). I watched as she moved her hand over to my leg, and touched her fingers lightly to my thigh, just above my knee. I was speechless as I saw her begin to move her fingers lightly up the length of my thigh. She slowly stroked along my leg, as if tracing an imaginary line towards the side of my hip. She paused before saying, “Well... you may be a teenage pervert, but your not that.