It felt so much better that Dennis was about to ask her to do it again when she reached a hand into her pink and green panties and swirled it around. ...hen she pulled her hand out again it was wet and glistening in the afternoon sunlight. She used a few fingers from her other hand to scrape her pussy juices off her fingers and onto Dennis’ dick. He wasn’t sure whether it was straight pussy juice or if there was some pee mixed in, and he didn’t really care either. It felt incredibly slick and he. ..But of course, she was a lesbian. Although John was naive, he did at least know that the reason his moms were living together was because they loved other women more than other men. She was never going to love him in any way other than as a son. Or so he thought..."Fuck this, I'm going home. Damn trains, they're so fucked up." John took one last look at the screen displaying train times - all delayed - and turned back down the main road towards home. He glanced around at the empty roads; he'd. As Dennis walked in, Margaret stood up, loving how she was towering over Dennis. He looked so small to her now. "Now, Dennis Mitchell" she said, in her accustomed manner, "You have to treat me with respect" Dennis stopped, seeing what looked like Mr. Wilson, standing in a ridiculous pose, arms on his hips, and he couldn't help but laugh. "Wow, Mr. Wilson, you sound just like Margaret. I didn't know you could do impersonations" "I am Margaret" She snapped at him, making Dennis stop, mouth open. "Ally, I accidentally found your folder on the computer."The smile left my face, and I felt the color drain. I knew exactly what folder he was referring to. It was a folder filled with pictures and links and stories of men, particularly husbands, in chastity belts and being cuckolded. I had been using these images and stories when I masturbated with the dildo for several years. I had always feared Mat would find it some day, and that I would have to explain myself. In my mind, it was like.