She never hesitated to let me fuck her. This was only to make sure that I don’t feel suspicious.All these thoughts clouded my mind until lunch break... I looked up Abhay on social media. It took some digging but I found pictures of Abhay with Disha posted on accounts of their mutual friends. Despite being group photos they seemed quite intimate with each other.I couldn’t help but imagine my wife fucking her boyfriend even then while I sat alone in the office thinking about them. All of a sudden I. " They protested briefly that they were not lesbians but quickly blushed and nodded. Within two minutes my bitch was deep throating her boyfriend whilst jerking off the black guy and the two girls had pulled off their pants and were standing thrashing away at each other's pussies watching the show. The black guy had stood up now and pulled a tub I'd lube from his bag, He went behind my bitch, pulled his shorts off and laughed as he pulled of the panties, he then smeared a big gob of lube around. When it was time to go home, I could accept the fact that Lisa could be happy with my investigator. At least some sort of acceptance.While I was still sulking on the drive back home I almost had a seizure. Pam would be going to high school. Even if it was more than ten years ago, I still well remembered the time when I started high school. I also remembered what was going on the minds those youngsters. Suddenly, I had something else to worry about than the current status of my love life, or. Once that was done, she said, that you would want to do it again…maybe with me. I, perhaps foolishly, agreed.” “What about Andy?” “Andy was not involved, he knows nothing John, please don‘t tell him.” I stood there looking down on Jenny, spunk dripping from the end of my cock onto the floor. “Did it work…did you get fucked like Melissa?” I could see the uncertainty in Jenny‘s eyes. “Oh, yes!” she nodded. “Well you‘re gonna have to let me fuck your arse then, because that‘s where I fucked.