My mind went back to my wife and my love and consideration for her. Blowjob sex “What, touched you improperly, kissed you, what?” I demanded. “No and hardly a maid either, Twenty Seven years if I am not mistaken.” I surmised, “And you could not resist?”
“No sir.” she declared, “He forced himself.”
“In to your dry unwilling womb, it must have been agony,|” I taunted, “So why was the entire house not roused by your screams?”
“I didn’t want to make a fuss,” she insisted
“You always resisted my drunken advances,” I reminded her, “Locked the bedroom door, kicked me in the member a few times.”
“That was different you were drunk.” she insisted. “But safe from James?” she queried. I heard rather than saw her disrobe and then her lithe slender body was slipping down under the covers beside me.
