' With that, she pulled out and started to slap and finger my stretched cunt. Before I had time to relax, she was back in again. I needed poppers, so ... sniffed away, allowing the d**g to fudge my mind so I could withstand this abuse. In and out we went slowly, pulling her fingers out to the tip, until before long the duck bill was not needed, and she started really fisting me and fucking my sloppy cunt as deep as possible, diversifying her thrusts with twists which sent more electric spasms. One evening, when their parents were out with friends, Ryan and Kristy were alone together in the front room watching TV. Sitting together on the couch. They were watching 'The Family Guy'. They burst out laughing and looked at each other. Kristy felt her eyes look down and over her brother's jeans to his groin. She felt herself blush. An arousal stirred in her pussy. A graphic image of her and Ryan making love came to mind. She quickly got off the couch."Where are you going?" asked Ryan."I'm. And she grabbed my hands and stretched my arms out straight across the desk in front of me. I gripped the edge of the desk and lay still, my head twisted sideways. As I watched Miss Appleby striding about, I managed to discreetly rub my willie on the comer of the desk. "Don't move," she commanded.The moment she had left the room, I stood up and sighed with relief. I walked around, I tried to open the draws and cupboards to see what Miss Appleby kept in them, but they were locked. I sat in her. ”“Well, that’s the last straw,” says the wife. “I’ve had enough, I want a divorce!”“I can understand that,” replies her husband, “but remember, if we get a divorce it will mean no more shopping trips to Paris, no more wintering in Barbados, no more summers in Tuscany, no more Jaguar in the garage and no more yacht club. But the decision is yours.” Just then, a mutual friend enters the restaurant with a gorgeous babe on his arm.“Who’s that woman with Moishe?” asks the wife.“That’s his mistress,”.