"Jane, how many people other than me have you had sexwith since we've been together?" I asked through gritted teeth.Again, a struggle, though shorter ...his time. Pained, she spat out,"Two, plus two more guys I just sucked off." You could see the hate inher eyes. "...And all of them better than you."My heart snapped. Had I been standing up, my knees would have buckledunder the pain. Here I was, with the love of my life stroking my dick,telling me she's cheated on me repeatedly. Rage exploded. He was really enjoying eating my shaved pussy, and I loved it too! I had to bite my hand to keep from vocalizing my orgasm. I turned over so I was bent over the side of the tub with my ass out of the water. My brother stood behind me and slid his cock into my now wet pussy. Felt much better that time. Our thoughts were not on getting caught at that time, but on getting off with each other. I groaned lightly as he started thrusting into me faster. I again found myself biting my hand to keep from. Look, Michael is always being to be my first love. In my eyes. I love him deeply. That will never change. There are different kinds of love, none better or worse, but look, as I said before with my proposed revisions, some partnerships just work out better. Some are just not interchangeable. Let me suggest some ... amendments to both my idea and Farah’s.“Here is the chart, but I should explain it as I go, my reasoning. As Farah indicated, she seems to have a sort of ... crush on you, Michael.. Then, like a nursing mother, she would hold two fingers around her nipple and “feed” it to me like a baby. God, how I liked sucking her nipples like a c***d would and she loved it as well quite often reaching down and slowly stroking my hard and leaking cock.As I sucked her nipple, I would eventually find a way to slide my hand up under my head and start to rub her pussy. The harder I sucked and the more I touched the more she moaned. She was always soaking wet by this time and coated my.