It means that they were not completely satisfied by their wife. Also, I understand that there are always these dirty thoughts and ideas men think up t...hat they would wish to keep as secret from everyone. I mean, can you imagine asking your wife to get on knees, open her mouth wide so you can cum and spit into her mouth? So I took it as my duty to satisfy them and I guess you saw me talk about both my uncle and cousin dearly. So whose keep am I? Uncle’s or cousin’s? Well I am cousins.That is. Joan Peterson skin tone was a bright crimson color from head to toe with total humiliation from standing before her son necked as a J-bird. The only clothing she had was her housecoat and nightgown dangling from the crook of her right arm. With her son staring lustfully at her nudity Joan self-consciously pulled her housecoat in front of her nude form.SMACK!My mom's head snapped to the right and a bright handprint sparing up on her cheek where I had slapped her hard.“NO ONE SAID YOU COULD COVER. "Another painful inch."Aaaaaahhhhhh... uuummmppphhhh..."And then, he was in!"Oh God, you're too big!" Betty gasped, hardly able to breathe. She felt completely stuffed with her husband's big, thick cock, and it seemed to be expanding inside her with every passing second. She was sure it would explode from the tight restricting pressure of her still-resisting cuntal channel.Doug held it there for a moment, and then, slowly began to withdraw. Her smooth inner membrane was dry and unyielding and. She felt ashamed, dirty. At last she fell asleep again.Somehow, Ruth got through that Chem. exam, but all Friday afternoon, working again at Leno's, she had a weird feeling that people were looking at her. It was as if they could tell she was some kind of nocturnal nymphomaniac, as if it showed. Ruth felt as if she were the victim of some huge injustice; she didn't even have a boy friend.It was nearly midnight when the Friday night crush was over, and it was spooky, standing by the bus stop..