I?m prettyangry. I mean not about what he?s doing ? I scarcely believe that any way. Wellwho believes that sort of thing goes on for real? And anyway ...here?s plenty ofworse stuff that goes on. Isn?t there? No mainly I?m mad at him for not tellingme and keeping it a secret. Somehow just what the secret was gets forgotten inthe shouting and tears. So then hegives me his bashful little boy look and I can?t stay mad at him. And he saysI?m sweet and how could he have ever thought I?d mind and hey,. Oh my God, I'm cumming again just for you, Master!" she moaned. The orgasm shook her whole body and she arched her back to push the fingers in deeper still. He could see her cum dripping from her pussy down onto the rug. She lay there across the breathing hard looking at his facial expressions and his hard cock. He couldn’t keep his eyes off her body.Once she gained control of herself she sat up straighter and picked up her ripped thong. She took the underwear and used them to mop up the juices. We talked about different things, mostly about Grandpa and how we thought this would turn out. Susan was 4 years older than I was but we had always been close. We never fought or argued except when she decided to marry Jay Bloc. I always added 'Head ' to his name.It had been obvious to be he was a worthless bum. But she couldn't see it at the time... Here two years later she was beginning to agree. After she got her laundry in the dryer she came into my room. I was laying there reading. She. She was already tearing up. We stood there in the airport, holding each other. She was crying. I was expecting that. I just held her.She gained her composure, I grabbed her hand, and off to baggage claim we went. Kristen reminded of that scared, nervous freshman, whose parents pushed her out of the nest. I was there for her then, and now in her greatest heartbreak, I’m here for her again. “You look gorgeous,” I told her. “Please don’t,” she wiped her eyes. “You do. Crying face and.