Tits are great, mom. Just great..." Marty finally managed to utter with a mix of being mesmerized and still present shyness.Steph started grinning at ...earing him say it, and pushed on."They're FUCKING great, aren't they, Marty? Not just great, but FUCKING great." Yeah, mom. Your tits are really fucking great. Your nipples... they're so big too," Marty said, his eyes never leaving her chest and getting the hang of using the words he never thought he could, and would use with his mother. My left hand was caressing her breast and my right hand was like a piston, ramming in and out of her soaking wet cunt. She couldn't take it any more and started thrusting towards my fingers as her orgasm took over her body, she was moaning "Oh God, make me cum, fuck me, finger me harder, I'm cumming, yessss, yessss" and she gripped my hand forcing it into her faster. I was so hard, knowing that she was having such a powerful orgasm, and that our watcher was probably having exactly the same. He hadnt even signed his name. I felt like I had been punched in the stomach, and I couldnt breathe. I sat on the bed, staring at his note, trying to take it all in. Im not sure what I was feeling, shock, disbelief, anger, hurt, confusion all of those things. I felt like the earth opened up and swallowed me up (sinkhole). I felt like I spent the next weeks and months in a fog. I couldnt have been more clueless about what had really been happening in my marriage. Jim moved into the apartment of. "Hello Jean." Emma. Why did you want to meet me?" We obviously need to talk. About Scott. And I thought here inpublic, among the normal people we'd be more likely to do that in acivilized way. No temptation to go after each other and make the X-men sort it out." I suppose that's all right. Although I'm surprised you're so eagerto be called a husband stealing whore in public." We're not ready to order," Emma told the man she assumed was thewaiter."You've got me mistaken for someone else Emma.".