"Feel sorry for them I do, not that I feel sorry enough to marry one again myself you hear, but it ain't easy for them. Not sure what most of them fee...l about it but there's plenty that don't seem to have a problem sharing a husband. Jest wanted to let you know that if you decided to spread your joy around a bit and think getting two or three in the family way is going to get you out of the knot, it won't." Getting pregnant wasn't a reason for getting married back in the capital," Marlin mused. Soon the bed was bumping and bouncing as we fucked like a****ls with him choking me with both hands if I didn't give him enough "good pussy" like he demanded.For my part I kept saying things like, "Bastard, you better not kill my pussy. Please don't kill my pussy!"The man was a master at fucking and subduing another man, and my ass loved every bit of his cock-weapon as he whipped it into me. Soon, the hot sounds of ass-fucking started filling the room... the bed-springs bouncing madly, me. " She removed her foot. “What do you say?” she asked me, “Do female feet smell after all?” I tried to maintain my dignity. "Well, up close like that of course it is noticeable, but…" "Oh, you’re such a dork," the pretty girl said. “Excuse me?” I replied. She ignored me and went back to discussing the hair products with her friend. I wasn’t going to give in. "So if you’re not hairdressers, then what do you do?" I asked. "Look, can you leave us alone?" the pretty girl said. "Why?" I said. . She led me through into the garage and with a wry smile pulled the dustsheet of a beautifully maintained Nissan Skyline GTR. My heart did yet another back flip as she tossed the keys to me. Back at the house while we were putting the shopping away Jenny asked me if I would be interested in heading down to the local pub for the evening. “Sounds fine to me. You know how I feel about these English country pubs? They just don’t make them like this up North.” I told her. “Great. The Wheat Sheaf.