I can’t like... or dislike... making love to you because I feel nothing.My first night in the cottage I lay in my bed listening to the strange noises coming from the wife room next to mine.His neck and shoulder a old spray of blood and gore from Karagoth’s mighty axe.That revelation caused me to granny raise an eyebrow, but I tried Housewife not to let it show.Right, that wasn’t difficult, now I can exercise my legs.Oops.Oh, damn, Ms. Ward!I don’t need thugs and brutes anymore; I need stone-cold-killers and foxy broads.I exploded mom a load deep in her ass.She stared down at herself clad in her purple scrubs.Justin!Yes, yes, Clint, she cooed. There was the grunt sound again and then it sounded like a very relaxed exhale. How loud was he I wondered cause locking the door also turns on an exhaust fan. I could hear him over all that sound. Wow. Then the famous blasting sound of the flush jolted me back to mom reality. I better not be around when he granny comes out. wife I softly treaded back to my seat and tried to look occupied with my iPad. I could hear him get out of the toilet and walk back towards his seat. As soon as he reached my seat area, he stopped. From the corner of my eye I could tell that he was reaching for something near the floor. He just old happened to pick up my seat-belt buckle and slightly tapped on my shoulder. I looked Housewife up and he smiled and whispered that I should remain belted when seated. I appreciated and thanked him. I grabbed the buckle end and pulled out the other end from underneath me and clicked them locked.