Two a penny. Had one just last week, didn’t I?” But instead he said, “And how long have you been having this affair?”“Oh, it’s not an affa...r, Father,” said the girl. “It’s kind of a weird binge, a bit... perverted, if you know what I mean. On the rebound, I guess, because I walked in on my husband, you know – with someone else…”“Oh shit,” thought Father Jim, “this’ll take all morning. Web of adultery – seen it all before. One fucks around, the other goes off the rails, and soon they’re all. "Have you ever been with a black girl before?"No ma'am" Well we have to keep this very low key, I can't have my husband finding out"The routine played out similar to my first week except Mrs. Winslow did not have any k**s. We headed straight to her bedroom. As we both undressed I glanced at her dresser and noticed her pictures of her and her husband, the running back for our pro football team.Mrs. Winslow was about 26, 5'5" and also very fit. She had a bubble butt, bigger titties than Mrs.. The sperm from the first fucker was frothing up as this second bastard worked furiously at my tightly clinching anal muscle ring. The thought that crossed my mind was..."they aren't wearing any condoms". This bastard rammed as hard as he could into my butt, I tried to cry out around the gag and only ended up chocking my self. My eyes bulged something awful and scared my tormentor. He quickly reached up and ripped the gag from my mouth shaking my body angrily saying 'bitch don't pass out now,. But, I think it would be exciting to do this where we could possibly be seen.” As I thrust in and out of her, the image of Cheryl and I being observed like this seemed to center in my mind. I began to develop an idea. “Imagine somebody is there at the door, just peeking around the jamb,” I instructed. “Oh, god! Seriously?” “Um-hmm. Close your eyes and think about that.” She closed her eyes and her hands went to her forehead. I saw her lips form a tight “o” and could hear the air whistle between.