’ Tristan looked down and began to sob, the gun still pointed at his head. His grip slowly loosened as he blubbered. ‘Why?’ he muttered, repeate... between each breath. ‘Why did she have to go away?’ The cries of pain and anger became increasingly malevolent as he screamed out. ‘Why?’ he yelled as he fired round after round into his bedroom wall. The tears in his eyes fogged his vision as the portrait unscathed by the incident. ‘Why?’ Tristan asked as he collapsed onto the floor. He curled up. His ass was in motion, slowly but rhythmically, pulling first backwards, and thrusting then forwards; on each forward stroke, my wife jolted forwards in time with the slap of his balls against her skin. Her pert breasts bounced in time with the thrusts, causing beads of sweat to drip from her erect nipples onto the bed.As I watched, mesmerized at the sight, I quietly stripped my clothes off and grasped my achingly hard cock. As I slowly stroked it as I watched and listened I started thinking. More

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