He had a maddening tendency to wipe her lips for her, when they were snacking on something. It wasn’t that she found his touch distasteful. Quite th... opposite. That was the problem. Twice she had taken his hand, while walking. She’d let go immediately, but it was very troublesome.Her husband wasn’t helping either. Every night, he asked her how things had gone, while he stroked her and brought her to orgasm. The trouble was that he made her talk about Bobby, while he did that. She tried to tell. She wanted me. She wanted me so badly. “Oh my god, Ophelia, you’re… y-you’re playing with yourself!” I exclaimed in disgust and shock.“Do you like it?” she asked lustily, her big doe-like eyes looking up seductively at me. She couldn’t help herself. She went through the looking glass. She was too turned on to pretend anymore. “Randy, I’ve been thinking lately… I fucking want you. I want you so badly. Let’s go to my room, I’ll let you do whatever you want with me.”“Ophelia, what the fuck?! Where. Feeling her orgasm and contracting against him, Uncle Jim spills his hot seed deep into her ass. Uncle Tom gets up first and then Lilly lets Uncle Jim's softening cock slide out of her before Uncle Tom takes hold of her. He wants her now while Uncle Jim recovers. He picks her up as she wraps her arms and legs around him and he nearly slams her back into the wall out of passion before pounding his cock into her hard making her scream out. He kisses her deeply as he fucks her standing up. Her ass. Mr. Jones moaned when she started licking. After a few seconds, he said “I thought I told you to suck, not lick. Now get sucking!” Chelsea hesitated at first, afraid to start. But before she knew it, he had grabbed her head, pulled open her jaw, and roughly shoved his member inside. Chelsea yelped in shock. He briefly pulled out, and then slapped her. He then shoved it back in, and said “Now listen bitch, you better be quiet, or we’re gonna get busted, and that would get me in a world of shit..