This is what Jeffrey loved her to do to him, but she rarely did. She never really seemed to enjoy it with him, but she was clearly loving it with this... man. His eyes riveted to the screen, Jeffrey watched as his beautiful wife sucked a stranger's cock. He watched as she looked into the camera with his hardness in her mouth. He watched as the man cried out as his cock spasmed, as he emptied his load into his wife's mouth. He watched as the love of his life let the cum ooze out of her mouth back. "Stephanie was suddenly animated."Mark, that's great! Oh, you don't know how happy that makes me. I was afraid that I would be the only older person in the class, and none of the boys would want to dance with me," she exclaimed."Hey, 'old lady', I bet all those young guys would line up for a chance to dance with you," I teased, sensing the serious concern beneath her bantering tone."Yeah, right!" she replied, but with a little more confidence this time.We chatted for awhile longer, but then. Only once did you show me kindness but it was only after you had hurt me so badly that I wanted to die. The only good thing you did, was give me Dracon; Even if his conception was by pain filled torture. You tore me apart every time you took me and you had to heal the damage when you were finished. Even while I carried my son, I wanted to die! I thought he would be a monster!" The woman turned to her son and burst into tears throwing herself about her son's neck. "I'm sorry my son, I'm sorry.". As we stood there talking Mr P came up and opened a magazine that had just come in and asked me to read it. The story was about a girl working in a book store and the owner takes her to his secluded cabin and puts her through all kinds of punishment, at the end I noticed that the article was signed Mr Peter Peterson. My legs were shaking and I could hardly speak, he smiled and said yes dear I wrote that and had it published for you and then added what do you think should we take off to my cabin.