But he wasbusy enough, getting his pecker stroked by his mother’s warm, loving hand while hesucked a titty and pawed the other bobbly globe with one...hand, continuing to teaseand tickle her sleek panty-crotch with the other.Sticky, warm juice began to seep through the nylon, and it dampened the boy’sfingers. Timmy seemed surprised by that, and he drew his hand back.Giving a groan, Marcella rolled atop him. Straddling his c***dish form, supporting herweight on her elbows and knees so as not to. How old are you? Twenty-five? Twenty-six?”“I wish. Thanks for the compliment Goldie but I have to finish these reports and I need to get back to work.” Goldie offered to help and they both worked much faster now and more productively. They were finished in thirty minutes and so they started to talk. The whole time Goldie started to get closer and closer to her and she couldn’t help but notice how attractive she found him to be. She thought about how her husband hadn’t fucked her in a long time. "Do you like your cunt gaping from Daddy fucking you?" he asked."Yes Daddy," I said. I tried to get off the bed but I was in too much pain. He had hurt me and he had no remorse whatsoever. That bothered me some, but not enough to refuse to do it again, if he wanted. Fortunately he had enough of me for a while. As he always did he just left me there to deal with the consequence of his actions.That night the sheets were covered in blood. I had stopped bleeding quickly but not before I ruined the. Then I immediately regretted my words I saw the anguish in my husband's eyes over my last revelations. I never planned on telling him about the blow job. And I certainly was not going to give Ron my ass. My anger had gotten the better of me. I was stupid, stupid, stupid, how could I take back those words now? There was no way.I wanted to have my children with this man, why was I cutting him to the quick like this? Was control this important to me?"Six years of marriage, and I can't get in your.