I can't do that with you. I can't fuck you and you couldn't fuck me. Why are you doing this? You're fucked up. I told you this was going to happen and...there is nothing you can do about." His words were a blur and so were his thoughts. David was angry and confused. "Good night mom. I'm going to bed!" he said, angrily. As he walked down the hall she could her him faintly, "What the fuck?" he asked.Monica was stunned and cold. What had she done? All she could do was gather her robe and return to. Then she sat on the desk crossed leg in front of my face."I thought about what happened in the garage ", she began. "I really don't know if I can trust you". He started to try to reassure her but she stopped him. "Talk is cheap". "I need a guarantee". She uncrossed her legs and crossed them the other way. When she did I caught a quick glimpse of her slit. "If you want to keep working here then you'll have to agree to do what ever I tell you to". He quickly accepted her terms and wondered what. She pinched and stroked it, rubbed in circles, and occasionally dipping fingers into herself, two, and three fingers pressing into herself. “Oh John, that’s your cock in me, and that’s your lips sucking my clit…I can feel James’ cock pushing into my ass….It’s Kelly’s mouth sucking my cunt….her tongue is all the way up inside me…ohgod John, come fuck me now, I’m gonna come!” John immediately dove onto her, drove his cock hard. Her legs were spread wide, and they both hardly noticed the direct. That's what I had been thinking about on that Friday night. Things were coming to a head and I couldn't see how they were going to get any better. Sylvia pushed me too hard and the rest was inevitable. Now ... I wonder why I didn't do something sooner."At that point the bell went off on the oven and Sue got up to serve our meal. I refilled the wine glasses and we sat for dinner. There wasn't a lot of conversation during the meal. The lasagna was hot and delicious, and that kept us occupied.I.