With those words he cupped his wife's buttocks from underneath and moved his hips closer to hers. She realized now what he meant and started protestin...g:-You know I hate that. I don't want to do this, that hurts, you know... She couldn't finish when Pete's dick pressed against her usually very tight anus, taking her breath away. However being in the position she was in, with crotch wide opened by Derek's dick and unable to squeeze her sphincters the only thing she could do was to scream when. Over the course of the same time period, she gradually revealed to me her past escapades with other boys. How many she dry humped, some who felt her up through her jeans or sweats (She never actually fucked anyone before our marriage). She was turning the tables on me. She would often fantasize of past scenes with her boyfriends, imagining them going even further with her, as I brought her to orgasm with my tongue or fingers. Or, as she brought herself off with her dildo. I vividly remember one. “He went into the pool and wound up wearing a wet shirt for hours because there wasn’t anybody here to help him change it. That’s not 10 or 12 seconds!”“The amount of help I needed came to that amount,” I said. In truth, it probably would have added up to almost a full five minutes but I wasn’t going to quibble.“Now we’re looking at the same situation tonight,” Liz continued. “The Ryman seats would kill his shoulder. They kill my back and legs and I can shift around some. He really can’t. We. It had a deep round back and would take some getting used to in order to hold it correctly.“Why don’t I just carry my guitar, then?” I asked.“How much is your guitar worth?” she asked.“Um ... About twelve grand,” I mumbled.“Jesus, Jacob! Have you insured it? Riley said it was too expensive to use as a costume prop at a show but I don’t think he had any idea it was that expensive. This is worth about three hundred. That’s as much as Riley was willing to invest, even with the number of shows we.