“I ... I love you, Warren. I really do. I vaguely remember something about you banging your stepsister and her boyfriend, but that’s okay. I’ve ...been cheating, too, you know. I think that I confessed that fact while drunk, didn’t I? Look ... we’ve gotta work something out. I’m ... a slut. I’ve tried not being a slut. Look where that got me!“Clearly, you’re a slut, too, so the only practical solution is for both of us to share. Aren’t we a match made in Hell, right? I can’t ask you to stop being. .. my... god," Carrie cooed in disbelief as I ran my tongue over her, putting heavy emphasis on the last word. It was the same utterance of disbelief she'd made the first time we fucked and I turned my attention to her ass. I guessed she wasn't used to being pleasured in such a way. I squeezed her ass with both hands again, this time spreading her cheeks gently apart. The taut, dark brown, little rosebud of her asshole puckered suddenly when my warm breath hit it. I flicked it lightly with the. It's just like I don't matter to him anymore." I'm gonna be honest Stacy. I overheard you talking to your friend last weekend. About your husband not satisfying you in certain areas." Her face got bright red."Oh My God! You heard that?!?!? I'm so embarrassed!" There's no reason for YOU to be embarrassed. It's your, and excuse my language, dick husband that should be embarrassed that he can't even satisfy his wife in bed. If I was you husband, I would make you my number one priority." As I said. "I'm suffering in a roomfilled with women here." Not a chance, dad." Paul said as the only that would make himhappier than having his name legally changed by the end of theyear was the idea of having his mother pay for part of hisoperation after graduation. By this time her smile of victory andthe thought of having her son back were far gone from her mind."We're not waiting for half time Richard!" Ashley said strongly."I said we'd be eating at 3 and I meant it. I don't know which isworst. The.