”Mrs. Holmsteader said, “Then I talked to Mr. Peters.”“I bet he was crying too,” Danny said looking a little embarrassed.“Yes.”“I real...y thought playing that flute would be easy. It’s the hardest thing I’ve ever tried to do. I think that I’ve managed to make noises with that instrument that no human being has ever before managed to produce.”“Believe it or not, Mr. Peters said the same thing.”“I believe it,” Danny said.“What are you going to do?”“What do you mean?”“Are you going to quit. . other women...”“Dad, none of them is, or ever has a chance of being, Vicki.”“You haven’t...” Mom started.“NO way, Mom. I’ve repented. That isn’t what this is.”Mom looked relieved. Dad didn’t look surprised. “Prayers answered,” he said.“But why Vicki, son?” Mom asked me.“Why Dad, Mom?” I countered.“I know. Affairs of the heart,” she stated.“Heart’s certainly in it. But Mom, she’s just so utterly, inconceivably perfect.”“And she KNOWS how you feel?”“She does. She looked into my eyes and we told. ...and he did!He became a regular partner and we all became very close over the coming months, I wasn't even jealous when I heard my wife say she loved him while being pounded by that thick cock.One evening when gilly was on a works party he came round and we went for a drink, when we got home it seemed natural for us two to get into bed together. We were looking at some of the pics we'd taken, stroking each other's pricks, he asked when I first got interested in the domination scene. I. Every time she pushed in, Brenda would arch her back, pushing her pelvis up in an attempt to get more of April's fingers in.She was almost there, when April just stopped. Brenda moaned and looked at up April, the naked lust in her eyes, pleading for release.April smiled lustfully at her and without breaking eye contact she pushed Brenda's legs apart, and, pulling her self up on the bed, slowly lowered herself so her head was between Brenda's legs, breathing on her exposed pussy. Brenda's eyes.