”Joe kept the paper anyway and watched him drive off.Joe returned to his house. Rachel looking impatient still. “Where is he Joe?” she muttered....“Probably taking a shower,” he said. “Wants to look his best for you.”“Or for the faggot. He knows I don’t give a shit how he looks.”“Whatever. Nigella’s dead. Give him a break.”“I’ve been giving him a break. And he goes on a fucking bender! Scared me to death.” She sobbed.Joe sat with her on the couch. Took her in his arms and hugged her. “I can’t live. " as we locked lips. But the lust was still raging inside of me, my erection having a sexual mind of its own. And yet Marissa was still enjoying the casual warmth of our kiss, just platonic affection compared to my flaming desire.It was taking me a while to get used to this sensation. Here I was, red hot and horny; and I knew my body was pumping out über-pheremones like nothing else. But after so much time (and so much semen), Marissa was impervious to my effect. So I was going to have to do. I was a willing participant but worried a little that I was becoming too subservient to his wishes and his desires. I was becoming effectively a cum dump for hard aggressive sex where I simply had to take it and not complain. The other problem was that I liked it and I liked the role I was taking on. I started to cook for him. I was happy to give him the energy to fuck me. I started to wash his clothes. Even when he was asleep, I would stroke Frank's powerful thighs and look forward to our next. Unka sharir bada hi gathila tha…..Unki patli kamar thi jo ki nangi thi aur dudh ki taran safed thi…….. Unke mammon ka size bahut hi acha tha na hi jada bade the na hi jada chote bilkul waise jaise mujhe pasand hain….Unka chehra kisi actress se kam nhi tha unki gulabi hont dekh ke main unhi main kho gaya tha ki vo mere pass a ki beth gai aur boli jeevan kaha khpo gaya…… Main bhabi se bola bhabi kahin nai….. Bhabi mujhe udaas dekh rahi thi maine unse pucha kya baat hai tu ohnu ne mujhe bataya…..