“I’ll take care of you.” I wondered whether enough of her would be left to care if I didn’t. Xnxx I didn’t want my wife to go away. I’m sorry this happened to you, and I love you.”
Something of my wife swam back up. My wife was gone, but she wasn’t dead. Maybe I won’t last a week.”
She said it matter-of-factly, as if she’d acclimated to the prospect. I didn’t like that my wife was talking dirty. My wife considered the wine in her hand. With one hand she massaged the tit I hadn’t drained. That I liked the new flesh, the new curves. “Babe,” I said. She was mine. She still seemed herself. I squoze one enormous hefty funbag, and pink milk doused my feet.
