1. Different Gyms Do Train The Body Better!


    Date: 5/11/2017, Categories: Fiction, Cheating, Lactation, Romance, Violence, Author: DunafromSOL, Rating: 0, Source: sexstories.com

    haven’t said anything about this to anyone, and I never will. I promise!” I stared at him long and hard. Finally, I replaced the pistol into my jacket and said, “I believe you Robbie. That’s the only reason you’re still alive. That, and it’s obvious to me that you’re just a weak, stupid kid. Don’t make me regret this mercy.” He shook his head frantically. “Your ass is gonna be sore as hell for a few days, but there’s no real harm done. I shot you will salt. When you get home, take a shower and wash it gently. Maybe put on a dressing. You don’t need to go to the doctor or anything. The scabbing should be gone in a week or two. If anyone asks, you fell off your bicycle, got it? Good. Now, get dressed and get out!” The young bastard got dressed and left the house. I closed the door after him. I went back to the bedroom, where my wife was still cowering with tears on her face. I said, “Go to take a shower!” She went to the bathroom moaning and crying. I went to the kitchen and poured a full of glass of cold milk. I always preferred milk, it had a calming effect on me. I chuckled wryly a little and I drank it. My cunt wife finished her shower; I could hear her in the bedroom crying. She started when I spoke to her. “Get dressed and wait for me here. I’ll be back within an hour. We’ve got some talking to do.” “Burt, I…..” “Just shut up, Mel. We can talk when I get back. Just wait here for me.” I threw the bag with the shotgun and pistol into my car and drove them back to my ...
    parents’ house. My dad met me there. He looked at me with a question in his eye. “Yeah, it went like we planned. She was there with him, humping away like a couple of fucking rabbits. Just dump the guns, Dad. I don’t think either is gonna squeal, but it would be best if the guns disappeared.” He nodded, and I returned home. I arrived home (no police, that was a good sign). My wife was in the bedroom cleaning the piss from the carpet. I gazed at her. At 36, she was still a beautiful woman. I sighed, and she turned, a look of profound sadness on her face. I felt…drained. Much of my hate and rage had been dissipated by my earlier encounter: putting a couple of shells worth of salt into a pair of cheating assholes will do that for you. “Burt? I’m sorry. I really am. I won’t lie to you, this wasn’t our only time, but it was going to be our last time…” “Just stop, Mel!” I said wearily. “Please, Burt. Just let me tell you, I’ve never done anything like this before. I didn’t plan it; well, I didn’t go looking for it, at least. I don’t love him! I just…he was so special to me, and…we got so close and, ….look there’s no excuse, but….” “No, there’s no excuse, Mel. But there are consequences.” “Please Burt. I know I did wrong. But, I wasn’t thinking straight. He had such a crush on me, it felt good to my ego; I thought I was giving him a gift-he was a virgin, and I, well, I…” “You decided to be his teacher in the bedroom, too. I get it, Mel. You wanted a little strange, and this kid was your ...
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