She wished she could just remember!The cops sat with her and explained to her that she had a husband but now her husband was dead. She looked down at ...he gold wedding band on her finger. They explained how he had been searching for her and obviously became despondent when he couldn't find her and so he committed suicide. And how Eric had found her and brought her into his home to take care of her. She listened to everything they were telling her and became even more confused. They continued. She arched her body back as I pressed her against the door. She moaned and her legs shook as her climax engulfed her body again and again. With each spasm, her cunt seemed to tightened around my cock shaft. After her climax subsided, I slipped my hard wet cock from her cunt and without letting go of her hair I placed my cock in her mouth and commanded her to suck my cock like the slut that she was. Without complaining she took my hard cock deep into her mouth, almost gagging she licked and. There is no devil on one shoulder, angel on the other. Only the for sure, unequivocal knowledge that there will be a consequence, and I will damn my future self for the glory of this moment. Hallellujah. Sermon's over."Lets freshen our drinks and finish playing" I said. My timing was so perfect, she had just mentally committed to planting herself, baggy, wet, no longer so transparent clothing and all, on the short side of my sectional. It was the moment where she just started to lean that way. Does she want to taste me?"You want my hand to be your hand, don't you?" he said. Would she do it? Would she wrap her long fingers around his hard-on and stroke it until he came all over her hand? And if she did, would either of them feel guilty afterwards? Maybe. Probably.She didn't speak. Her eyes darted to his and then back to his cock. She nodded."You want to touch me, wrap your hand around me, and stroke me. And you keep licking your lips. You want to taste me, too, don't you?" Yes," she.