My Life as a Wittol Chapter Ten B
In my sexual haze, I naively questioned, “Hank? What about Hank?”She bent forward as she shamelessly whispered so low I could scarcely hear her, “I fucked Hank.”She felt my dick gradually start to swell and she knew I had become aroused with her confession of her affair with a casual friend and neighbor that lived just a few short blocks from our home. I had become extremely close to that threshold of a very intense orgasm.She leaned back and moaned as she told me, “I love the way you get so...
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