Now how can I say that about my wife of eight years, "S L U T", it just rolls of my tongue. It's like saying "DIVORCE" it's said so smooth and harsh a...t the same time. How did we get to this point in our marriage? You'll have to ask the slut, I can only tell you my side. But it's not that hard to figure out, I came home early and BLAM right in the kisser.I was coming home early from a long day on the docks. You see I'm a forklift driver it doesn't pay millions but I gets the bills paid. I not. " Moira's voice was still husky from sleep, but it was a comfortable voice, rich and low. She scooted back away from me, and withdrew her arm."I guess I should get up. It looks like you're feeling better this morning," said Moira as she made to rise. I laid my hand on her shoulder, hoping she'd stay put for a moment."Please," I said, unsure of myself. "Don't go yet. I, um, I want to ask you some questions. I don't really understand, like, what's going on. Who is Gary? And who are you, and the. She tensed as his saliva dripping tongue snaked out and licked wetly up and down the thinly fringed crevice between her thighs, the tip burrowing slightly into the wetness of her vaginal slit. For a moment, she tried to squirm away but Caesar raised his head and growled again, then began to greedily lap at the narrow pinkness of the delectable fleshy feast. He ran his tongue hotly up the full length of it, from the tightly-closed anal opening up over the fluted pink ridges of her pussy until it. I smiled at my brother."'And am I, then, a man to be belov'd?O monstrous fault to harbour such a thought!Then, since this earth affords no joy to meBut to command, to check, to o'erbear suchAs are of better person than myself,I'll make my heaven to dream upon the crown,And whiles I live t' account this world but hell,Until my misshap'd trunk that bear this headBe round impaled with a glorious crown.And yet I know not how to get the crown,For many lives stand between me and home;And I - like one.