John took the bottle and helped himself to two lengthy snorts of the lusty jet fuel. Now it was time to get serious.John grabbed my head and began fuc...king my face. Pre-cum was leaking out the piss slit as I sucked, trying to taste it before his thick dick pushed it down my throat and beyond my taste buds. The sweet nectar made me hornier and I increased the pace of my jerk on my own dick as John continued to work my mouth like a hot pussy. I looked up at him, his head was thrown back as his. Love had a horrible reputation, it's either make it or ******* break it. Not take it.When you're hurt by someone who can't feel pain, you wish you never fell in love. Never in lust, never started talking, never meeting. You wish you could erase their smell so you wouldn't ever have to think about why you remember it so well. You wish you can't vividly remember how their arms felt and how they were once so welcoming.When you love someone who doesn't love you back, you are pathetic. You cry in. As she bent down to pick up the last one, she felt her husband standing behind her, his hand moving up the soft pale skin on the back of her thigh, over her bum before settling between her legs. She sighed as she felt his fingers stroking her lips, spreading them, circling her clit and moving to feel the wetness growing from within her.As she opened her legs wider she felt his finger gently pushing into her, at first just the tip, but going deeper with each stroke as she coated more of his. One escaped to run down her cheek."Dawn, I know how you feel. I love her too, with all the love my heart can bear. And you want to know something?" He waited for her to nod before continuing. "I think I love you too." Now he sat back, and he waited for her."How can you love us both?" she asked mournfully. "How can you give her your heart and offer it to me too?" Did you think that love is a loaf of bread, to be divvied up, the pieces getting smaller as we loved others? How could parents love.