As they pulled out of the parking lot my heart sank as I began to accept that my husband was a cheating bastard. I pulled out and followed them as the... turned on Wilcox and headed south toward motel row. I was debating on whether to wait for them to head for a room or confront him when he got out of the car when his turn signal came on and he pulled into the parking lot at Denny's. I parked across the street and watched as Brad and Alice walked into the restaurant. I started to castigate myself. Although I gave no answer, there was an answer: Ashleigh's hair was still wet, and I was certain that contributing to that moisture in some small portion was my own sperm.After this success, I tried other things. Like depositing a fresh glob of my cum into a bottle of her hand lotion. Later, I actually saw her rubbing white goo – part lotion, part spew -- in to her hands, innocently play-acting for my enjoyment the final scene of one of my fantasies: an Ashleigh-administered handjob.I snuck. " I'm not into girls," Kelly replied. Just as she said that the feeling she had felt in her groin grew stronger and stronger, which made her gasp."Is that so, so why is your pussy looking so wet?" she asked, grinning slyly. Megan lowered her lips to hers and kissed her and to Kelly's surprise kissed her back. Soon they were kissing passionately. Megan's right hand ran down Kelly's body and laid down on her pussy that was very warm, wet, and moist. She inserted her middle finger inside making. " "All right." "Roger... I see a good looking man who is wasting precious time trying to conform to society's expectations of him. I see a man who desperately craves respect and acknowledgement for his achievements. I see someone who is naive in many ways but who sees himself as a man of the world." "Jeez... and I thought I was a good judge. You could see all that?" "Sure." "So what are you saying?" "I am saying that everything you have heard is probably true. The whip is swung lustily. The.