Tell me what you're sorry for? Hurting me, or having the affair?" Both." Look, Beth. I really do think, however sorry you are, that you've blown it. Y...ou've thrown away what I thought was the most wonderful marriage. I don't think it matters how sorry you are, or whatever reason you had for doing what you did, there just isn't a way back for us." No, don't say that. Please Tim..." Her voice had an urgency, a panic, and was breaking with possible tears.I went on, trying to ease the moment back to. This bird had had some digital displays added—all smashed—but had retained the old style instrumentation. Ken found comfort in that fact, since that is what he was used to depending on in the C130 Hercules. Still there were over 970 lights, gauges and switches on this flight deck. Digitalization on newer models had cut that number by 70%. All of the old stuff still appeared to work. He had bootlegged a few hours with an Air Force buddy in a KC135—the Air Force version of the venerable 707 but. A small amount of pussy juice squirted into my mouth. It tasted like thicker, sweeter pee. She unclenched from the toilet seat and sat still. I was terrified she was about to press the button, shooting that dildo into me. My erection bobbed along with my heartbeat. Finally, she let out a sigh, and along with it, a stream of pee. I looked up at the underside of her tits as I swallowed her piss. So intimate, yet I don't even know her name. I licked her clean, and she shuddered at the feel of my. You and Maryann are the only family I have. And I’m going to tell you something. I loved your Uncle, he was very good to me. And I’m very lucky that he had a good insurance policy, I’ll never have to work. But what I’m trying to say is, no one has made me feel as much of a woman as you do. I’m a nympho, I admit it. So when I say I love your cock, I really love your cock. You’re just as good of a man as your Uncle, but you are the best in bed. I mean that.” I thought for a moment of how happy I.