If I was able to convince them that I was in a zombie likestate, there would be very little they could do about it. If I did asI was told, accepted e...verything without emotion, their control over mewould seem total, but I could still prepare for when they let theirdefences down. It was what I think is called a 'passive/aggressive'approach. They couldn't fault me for doing wrong, my actions wouldseem correct, but somehow those of an automaton, not me, whichhopefully, would really annoy them. I became like a little dictator of the nation of Denise Pussy. My cock was limp, a film of semen stuck to every bit of my member. “SUCK HIS COCK” I exalted. Denise got on all fours and moved to the gigantic monster that inhabited our bed. She didn’t know what to do with it. She ran her tongue up and down, side to side of his hungry meatstick. This seemed to enrage the beast as it grew tighter and began twitching with the various parts of delight her tongue had brought upon it. She tried to fit. Wow. How can I complain? Talk about gift horses. But I worry about her. I mean, if I was in her womb before, where was I now? If I was to hurt her I couldn't bear it. Maybe I should ask her - she always was the only sensible one in this marriage.Don't get me wrong, I am so pleased to have her like this and I know we're so lucky. But I just don't get all this shit. It's not quite believable, and now I am beginning to get a little bit... frightened.10.25 Monday 5th July 2004This is Celia. Mike. But, I was also not too far from exploding into her. She bit my lower lip so hard and pulled my head to her so wildly and with trustful breathing she came hard on my pounding cock. That emancipated my orgasm; I shot deep into her vagina my hot sperms with all my might. Our orgasms seemed to last for ever. By the time I was finished, I had lost all my energy. We stood there hugging each other with my soft cock still stuck up in her vagina. She rested her head on my shoulder and ran her hands on.