“Can't we at least talk about teen this?” I continued to look into the mirror and scrub the makeup off my face with a thick terry cloth washcloth. I also made a point to shoot my husband a disgusted look. We HAD been talking about it, for the last two hours, and he wouldn't let it go. He continued. "I saw some really fucked-up shit this morning and it's been messing with me all day… and I… I worry about you, Mel." There were times when I hated Vince's career, but I knew very early on that being a police officer was his calling and when we met, he'd already been working at the Las Vegas Metropolitan Police Department for a little over a year. I loved him, so if I wanted to be with him, I was forced to accept that very difficult fact. He had colleagues he could vent to, but they were more like his brothers; and at work, he couldn't be anything other than the alpha male. Maybe some things he just needed to share with only me. I cut my eyes at him. “Nothing's going to happen to me, you do realize that don't you?” I said angrily. His eyes were begging, almost pleading and I realized just how important this was to him. My eyes softened. “I’ll think about it.” During our late dinner at Jason's Deli, Vince told me about a call he and his partner responded to very early this morning. There was a home invasion in Western Las Vegas and an elderly couple was tied up and severely beaten while their home was being robbed. Even at this late hour, the couple was still in intensive care and there was a good chance the woman might creampie not pull Hardcore through. There was a thick tension in the air and both of us could feel it as we undressed and slipped into bed. Marital tight counselors say, ‘never let the sun go down on a fight,’ or my personal favorite, ‘never go to bed angry.’ I'm sure that's good advice, but that oral wasn't our marriage. When we fought, we fought hard and disagreements could take several days to resolve. We didn't raise our voices as much as when we first met, but both of us were stubborn and finding middle ground was sometimes very difficult. The young Waldensteiner who Hardcore spoke with such enthusiasm was a curvaceous brunette of teen medium height. I told her to go lay on the couch. Just before we started at two Pamela asked me to get naked for her so she could spray me all over with a tan. Chloe reached up and held onto oral Anthony’s balls as she began to take creampie more tight and more of his cock into her mouth. "My...turn?" I insert my hand and felt the thickness of his cock inside his brief. When will she be here?” I chuckled sadly. She wrung me dry, her whore-pussy so eager for every drop. I quickly unsnapped and then unzipped Mike's jeans, before he could change his mind. “You too!” I gasp, overwhelmed with all the attention. No, that won’t go over good. He kept massaging his dick.