He was greeted by a half asleep wife, asking “Where’s mine?” Adam handed over his cup to her and went back into the store, where he realized he ...ook the last cup. He began assembling the required items to brew another pot. The coffee was brewing and he began to wonder the store, stopping at the rack of smut magazines. Looking at the various poses and scenes depicted on the covers. He felt a familiar sensation as he perused the vast array of sexually charged pictures. The coffee machine beeped,. I'll take the floor."Immediately Mellonee said "No way Jay! This is your house and your bed and you are not sleeping on the floor." So with that Jay and I laid down on his bed. I took my jeans and my shoes off so I was only in a pair of boxers and a t shirt. Jay started to take off his jeans and then he started to take off his shirt. Once we got comfortable we laid down on the bed. Mellonee suddenly got up and said "I've got to get ready for bed. I'll be right back." When she said this she got. . very, very exciting. And when they do touch you... that way... when they do touch you and stroke you and caress you the way that I do, the feelings will be just as powerful, just as good. So very, very good..."She was panting now. The script called for me bringing her out of it here. I fought with myself to do so. I decided to pace a little more, but my cock was almost painfully hard. I had to unzip my pants before I could adjust myself enough to walk. I took a deep breath and counted to ten.. I cannot stand it. This is making me sick, butI cannot stop myself. Why does my body react to her like this? Why can't Istop it? Why can't I stop her? When I hook my fingers through my pantiesRachel says, "Spread your legs bitch. I want a good view of my slut'sfuckhole." As her words echo in my brain, my knees start to buckle. Thenastier her mouth, the more humiliating she makes it for me, the more my bodylikes it and the more I hate it. It turns me on. While looking at her, I spreadmy legs as.