“Take your panties off so I can massage that hairy triangle as we go”, he said. Only for a second did she hesitate, but then took them off, yanked...her dress up so that his target was fully revealed and up till they arrived back at her unit, he massaged that hairy mount till saliva was dripping from her mouth.He wasn’t going to enter any sort of foreplay, his principal aim now was to fuck her and once inside he had her nude within a few minutes and again there was no vocal response, either. The sun was still up and it was business as usual, a few prostitutes would pass by from time to time as well as many other folks walking about. I walked across to the adult book store to check it out, chatting with the clerk. He was telling me about plans to add and arcade and a private viewing room. I asked about the strip club and the massage parlor making small talk and would it be safe to park in the empty lot for the night. He assurd me I would be safe we talked a little more about some of. It was wickedly erotic. The huge cock pounding away into her stuffed pussy hurt just right, and she was being used and abused in the kind of way that made her cum hardest. She reveled in it, wallowed in it, glorified in her own wretchedly devious sexuality. And above it all, best of all, most amazingly gratifying and delightful of all… it was Rael. Master Rael. The man she had grown to love above all things. The thought resonated in her head, in that fuzzy yet sharp sort of focus that. She was acting mighty weird. When I got out of the shower Samantha was sitting in a chair and when I sat on the bed she said “Jake we have to talk.”“Oh Crap” I thought here it comes – This is where she tells me she is pregnant and I’m the father. “Sure babe, what do ya want to talk about?”She must have seen the look on my face and said “Don’t worry, I’m not pregnant, but we still have to talk.”Relief flooded through me like a jet of ice cold water. “Ok sweetie, what’s up?”“Jake, how long have.