Lost of breath, i shook my head to disapprove the idea. I didn't know what to think. I didn't have the time, nor the capacity to calculate the risk o... being his wife, or the benefit for that matter. I could only feel the raw thrust that churning my inside, rubbing its violent strike against the wall of my inside, violating me. I could only feel the need at the back of my head, the voice, coaxing me to let myself be his."I'm cumming." he breathed.For an instance, i couldn't make up what he said. .. If she sends investigators to Florida. To Seattle. To all the other places you’ve visited. Do you think the girls there will lie for you? Perjure themselves for you?“Mom was trying to save your marriage. She knew she’d almost lost you. She hoped a baby might bring you back to her, give you both a common goal, a reason to still be married. What did you ever do? Spend half the year away doing god knows what? Screwing god knows who? Oh sure, you sent back money... Do you even know what Mom. I turned to him and dropped to my knees, undid his swimming trunks and let them; drop to the floor. His cock was maybe 7 inches long, nice and thick – much thicker and bigger than Terry’s – and had a beautiful big glistening head. It was so beautiful I just sat and held it in my hands for maybe a minute then slowly put my lips around it. It was so large that I had trouble getting it all the way in my mouth, but Brad grabbed the back of my head and forced it deeper and deeper into my mouth.I. No problem”“If you want to improvise again then feel free,” she said casually.“Okay.” I’m not making any promises.We get to it. I’m grabbing her by the hair, and I’m all, ‘suck it, you dirty slut’ and Becky is moaning and bam! It’s in her mouth, I even made sure the lump was still on it. Watching her suck on her own shit was so freaking hot.I’m all in her face, ‘Eat that shit, slut’, ‘you fucking toilet mouth’ and Becky is ‘Mmm, yes, make me eat shit’ and turning her face to the camera and.