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He spoke with a thick southern drawl, and had all the charm of a true southern gentleman, which naturally made him a very likeable character. About the time that Ed and Val hit their first anniversary together, the lust started slowly wearing off, and Ed began to see the true woman that, up until now, had been camouflaged so effectively by her outward appearances. The true Val was a real bitch, as far as Ed was concerned. She was a pathological liar. And she wasn't the genuinely-nice person that she had led Ed on to believe. Only a few months into their marriage, Val had already begun to whine at him, and nag him about different things. Ed had always been a fairly laid-back sort of guy. But over the next several years, his patience wore thinner and thinner. He found himself spending more and more time at work--he was an auto mechanic, and a damn good one at that--and spending less and less time with his family. A few years ago, right after Lisa's 12th birthday, Ed just couldn't take the stress any more, and something inside him snapped. He began drinking heavily. Of course, he never drank before or during work, because he didn't want to risk losing the only job he had. But the minute that he punched out on the time clock, you could be sure that he would be heading straight for the pint of Jack Black that he religiously kept in the glove box of his Ford pick-up truck. After "priming the pump," as he used to like to call it, he would head out to the bars and clubs with his buddies. And he would stay all night long, until he was forced to leave at closing time. Then Ed would come home in a drunken stupor, usually to pass out on top of the bed, still in his work clothes. Sometimes he would wake up Val, and have sex with her. But that only happened on those rare nights when Ed had miraculously managed to not drink too much, so that he would actually be capable of getting an erection. Of course, Val's nagging had become incessant by now. And the only reason that Ed asian would ever try to have sex with her nowadays, was because he would finally get so horny that he just couldn't stand it. And Val's pussy still beat no pussy at all. But even when Ed did actually manage to have sex with Val, all she ever seemed to do afterwards was to complain that he didn't make her cum good enough, and that he didn't care about her any more. And to emphasize that fact--in her japanese concerted effort to throw it all right back in Ed's face--Val used to openly diddle her own already-creampied pussy, until she had made herself cum enough so that she would finally feel sexually satisfied. And Val always did this right in front of Ed, immediately after he was finished fucking her, and had rolled off the top of her. Over the course of the next five years, Ed's personality began to change drastically, as the alcohol slowly took over his life. He even started drinking at the house on the weekends. Lisa was painfully aware of how her "daddy" was different now. And she started to become scared of him, because she had seen first-hand, just how easily Ed could lose his temper, and go ballistic on her. One time, he had asked her to bring him a beer from the refrigerator. And while she was setting the can of beer down on the armrest of the sofa, she accidentally spilled a little bit of it. Ed cussed her up one side and down the other, calling her names like "slut-puppy" and "little bitch." I was so proud. The MILF snapped her head up. “A couple of objections as she had her orgasm but nothing other than that.” This is Melanieatplay: I started this story about two years ago and it would have probably remained on google japanese docs, unfinished without Jim’s help. She turned the light on stepping inside she saw Tammy tied, gagged, and blindfolded. Like a heat-seeking missile, it homed in on its target and pierced her smoldering pussy. She held her mother's auburn hair. The front of the panties was still slightly damp, but it wasn’t noticeable so I put them on under the blanket anyway. I just gained all those sexy followers, but... “Fuck.” Then after catching her breath, she said, “Jesus Honey, that was so intense. Yavara and Prestira’s eyes were closed as their tongues intertwined. Thankfully again, Melody isn’t hanging outside the classroom. Then he pulled her down onto him and started fucking her; asian less than 3 feet in front of me. “That's the Sam I know.” Her long smooth legs exposed in a short, breezy skirt and bare feet. I ask her.