I hold my breath as I feel the familiar rush of sexual arousal,laughing silently to myself at the fact that I WOULD have to feelfrisky in the middle o... the night, while he is in the otherworld ofdreams. Too bad… But wait a minute, I have this sexy man lying here in my bed, sowhy shouldn’t I take advantage of it? Granted, he is sleeping, but thatcan be fixed. Grinning mischievously, I move until I am seated overhis stomach. Leaning over, trying to be as quiet as possible,. Sharon always considered it pure selfishness, her only daughter revelled in all the attention that would bring and she made it quite clear she wasn’t happy to share.Of course her friends had warned her this might happen. It could go one of two ways, Monique would either love them and help Sharon mother them through their youngest years, they say a girl always has those maternal instincts but tellingly Monique was never really one to play with dolls. Or it could go the way it had. Monique was. George walked to in front of me took my face in his hand and squeezed by jaw and forced me to look at him. His hand on my jaw was tight and made me whimper a little. George extended his cock towards my face and said: ‘You want some of this?’ Rocking his pelvis at me. I begged: ‘Master please’. ‘Well your not getting it yet’ He told me. George made a slight lift to his hand that squeezed my jaw and made me stand, he released me and I looked at the floor again. George walked around me and. ”“I know about the marina, and thanks for the praise. Is there anybody else? I mean is there anybody else I should thank?”“Thank,” she asked?“Yes. Who else should I thank for fucking my wife and fucking up my life?”She looked perplexed, “No one fucked up your life. I just fucked some guys. It was funny and fun. I was fucking them and fooling you.”“I asked my father if you fucked him. He said you hadn’t. Was he telling the truth?”She said, “No he said he wouldn’t. He said your mom might find.