She accepted his invitation to dinner the following Saturday evening at his apartment on the outskirts of the city center. Peter was pleasantly surpri...ed and grateful that we had brought a contribution of a couple of bottles of wine. He welcomed us into his home. The dining room table was beautifully and tastefully set for dinner, with elegant wine glasses, candelabra and cutlery. Soft music came from the adjacent lounge, which was large and softly lit. Open d****s provided a view of the city. Kelly shuddered and slammed the door behind her; storming upstairs in complete disgust. Sam shrugged, wiping a strand of his shoulder-length blond hair from his face and finally removed Rebecca’s panties.He gently pushed his throbbing manhood into Rebecca’s vagina and began to thrust into her gently. He held her tightly and brushed her neck with his lips lovingly. Rebecca held her husband tightly and moaned quietly. “Do you like that Becca?” Sam asked, starting to pound her harder. “Yes!” She. Just cause I know your secret, doesn't mean that I want to see your equipment. Well . . . maybe later. Now be a good boy and skedaddle.”When Jack had left, she continued. “Harry came to see me yesterday morning. He told me he had a confession. I wasn't shocked. I had long known he had a thing for mommy. But I wasn't going to go there, especially while his dad was alive. Nor did I wish to have anything to do with such shenanigans, since he was married to such a wonderful girl as. "Yes Mistress. Very!" Diana laughed. Abigail squirmed as her pussy burned, just waiting for permission to cum. "Well no cumming just yet!" Diana said and Abigail's heart sank. "I'm going to make you cum hard tonight. At your house." She said smiling sadistically. Abigail began to panic as she pleaded. "Mistress my parents want the house clean when they get home. I'll be too busy." Diana's eyebrow went up. "Are you saying no to me slut?" Abigail gasped. "No mistress, Im not. I just don't want to.