This was cold-blooded murder. Shouldn't I feel bad about it? Shouldn't I feel something?" I shook my head, frustrated with myself and my inability to ...xplain it properly."That's the real issue, isn't it? The act itself doesn't bother you, it's your lack of remorse." His voice held a touch of wonder as he aptly caught my problem. I felt awkward and embarrassed when he scoffed. "You said it yourself - she needed killing. If not by you, then by whom? I know the people involved with the attacks. Then I finish it. Can you help me to go on?-How would you like it?-A blowjob? Or jerking?-Both! – said she. Rose sat ont he edge of the bed, I pull down the condom and stood front of Rose. She blowed my cock, than stroked it, but I saw her, she was thinking something.-What’s wrong baby?-Nothing. Nothing. Just…-Just?-Ummm. I just have an idea.-Tell me!-Ummm.. Would you like to try anal with me?I thought I could hear it badly, but she continue:-It hurts my pussy, but my asshole is untouched. And. Unfortunately the second bed that was closer to the bathroom only had a wall next to it with a painting of… come to think of it, I’m not actually sure what it was a painting of. The bed faced one of a one of those tall full body mirrors you would find in a teenage girl’s room, the perfect mirror for taking nudes in. Too bad I’m not a teenage girl so it really had no use to me at the time, or so i thought....“I guess I’ll be taking the one with the view of nothing but a giant mirror.” I said.As. It was everything I could do not to explode in my boxers. Ashley turned toward me and we shared a very deep and passionate kiss. I was so in love with this woman and so happy with the 'surprise' she gave me. As Ashley's orgasm subsided, Emma looked at me and said, “Would Daddy like to see me eat Ashley's pussy?” I couldn't believe what was happening. I had just helped Emma get my wife off. It was incredible. I had fantasized about this scenario so many times before and here I was, a part of.