Ah, who knows? That was a life that was never lived. I drained my pint and with that Em picked up her glass of wine and finished it too in one swift ...mouthful. Our plates weren’t clear, but it was late, and we’d had enough to eat. In one sense. Em said: I think it’s time for us to go home. Will you stay the night, please? If that’s really what you want, then yes, of course I will. Thank you. It is what I want, more than I could say, but hopefully I’ll be able to show you. I paid the bill,. Personally, I think we were all dying to see what I would do next.I leaned over to my whore wife and whispered in her ear, "Mmmm, I think I'm going to bottom out in your tiny little cunt." I said.And I did, with the third stroke. I struck her cervix, but was still only had about 2/3 of my cock inside her."It's a shame you can't take it all in your pussy," I said, "that means I'll have to fuck your ass next." No!" she screamed, "you'll do no such thing!" I don't think you're in a position to. One night Drake, Drue and I were heading back to their house after a party and I was way to wasted to go home. I decided to crash on their couch but I was more than eager to get out of my dress and heels. I was 56 slim figure with dark brown hair that almost touched my perky ass. I had greenish-blue eyes and a 38 DD chest. Drake always said I had the body of a perfect 20 year old. I stumbled into their house and asked Drake Hey do you have some boxers or a big t-shirt I can wear?. Go ask Drue. You won’t freak me out or anything – you should know by now that I’m AT LEAST just as perverted as you…if not more.”“I seriously doubt you could be MORE perverted. Anyway, those are girls that I thought might look like you,” I admitted, waiting for her reaction.“I knew it!” she said victoriously. “I was looking through them and thought maybe you labeled it ‘T’ for my name. You dirty boy!” She laughed and rubbed her hand on my thigh.“Well, you asked,” I said.“Don’t worry – I don’t mind at all –.