I didn’t want to hear any more from Jeanne, but she kept on. She was shaking lightly and it wasn’t from excitement…it was from fear, humiliation and relief. Xnx Her blouse caught some of my seed, probably ruining it. One night, I went to a parent/teacher night at Deb’s school. Her face dropped. My rage was gone by now, spent from the effort of the rape. Now, I would treat this cunt like Linda didn’t like to be treated. She spun down to the couch and covered her face with her hands. Even near the end of our marriage, when the sex wasn’t always great for her…sometimes it was just a function for her to get off, it was always great for me. …I still looked forward to having her. Then I left. And keep your fucking opinions about others to yourself.” I told her.
