It was beyond belief what she was about to do.She’d removed all her jewellery and worn a long-dark brown trench coat before leaving the house. These... were precautions – there was no guarantee what state her clothing would be in after this was over and the coat was conceived to be a way to cover the potential indignity. The jewellery? Well, she didn’t want to lose it or for it to end up cutting her. It was a warm, sunny afternoon when she left the house. The taxi had just pulled in. Getting in,. Hubby sensed something was wrong and looked at me. I stuck out my tongue and wafted a hand in front of my mouth. He knew it was the end, sighed and withdrew. Neither of us have any tolerance for poor hygiene. The thought of that dirty mouth on my body made me cringe. I grabbed him by the ears, lifted his head and said “That’s enough, no more thank you.” I couldn’t believe we had been let down twice, and it was going so well too. Despite the way it ended, we look at this as a positive. He started getting excited watching my mom’s punishment that he would also spank me. Soon he would make me suck his cock or he would fuck me up the ass after her spanking and my spanking was over. He never put his penis in my pussy though, as he believed my pussy should only belong to my future husband. I loved when my daddy put his cock in my mouth or fucked me up the ass and I dreamed it was you doing it to me.”“What did your mother think of that?"“She thought it was great that I was. ‘Dear Mrs. Weathers: It’s with a heavy heart that I write you this letter. I was your husband’s commanding officer and I felt the need to write personally in order to tell you how sorry I am for your loss. By now you have received the telegram and already know that he is gone, but you also have the right to know how he died. Jeff was a very courageous man, whose loss was be felt by all of us. He died doing what he loved, for the people that he loved. He had I had come from the same area and we.