Let me call my father…’ she said. I hardened my gaze, ‘Abby, you’ve known Beth longer than anyone. Longer than me. Longer than Anna or Kimmy....Since Kindergarten. She’s been your best friend for nearly twenty years. You tell me. Is she lying?’ I locked my gaze with hers. My wife’s. She lost it, she buried her face against my hand. ‘God Jack – please – please, I can’t lose you again, I can’t.’ she pleaded. I set the pen down and lifted her face up. I took my other hand and wiped her tears. I try to get a better feel for you by cupping my fingers around your cock or at least as much as I can through your pants. While rubbing you with both hands I feel your cock grow. You definitely wear your pants to the left. Again, I look up to your face and see that you are watching me stroking you. Seems you notice that my hands are shaking and you tell me to relax because I am doing a good job. I smile and inside I am happy that I am doing OK, but I am still nervous. I continue to rub. I really don't know how long but it seemed like nearly half an hour of exquisite torture.When Kelly finally let or rather, made me cum it felt like I pumped out gallons of semen. I was nearly catatonic. I was stretched out grabbing the sheets and smashing in orgasmic ecstasy. She kept sucking until she swallowed every last drop she could get out of me. She kissed her way back up my body and looked at me with a self-satisfied grin on her lovely face. I told her that she'd just sucked me. They walked over to my bed. I could see they had both been drinking and I knew I was in trouble. “Well little lady” said dad, “you never answered my question”. “What question dad?” I asked already knowing the answer. “I said do you like looking at Rita’s titties girl?”. “Yes daddy” I said “they look very nice”, hoping this was the right answer. “Well Rita she likes your big titties, you think she maybe wants to play some with them?” My dad said, an evil look in his eyes. “Go ahead girl, touch.