She looked into the back seat at her brother who washuddled in a sweatshirt and wrapped up in a New England Patriots'fleece blanket. "Why didn't you w...ar the coat we picked out for you?"John took his attention away from the darkened window and said, "Itseemed too nice to wear in the car for so long."Nancy smiled. Her grungy little brother didn't want to mess up hispretty new coat. It was funny, but until now she'd been able todisassociate the little girl on Civil Disobedience from her. Jen had never acted like that with me and honestly we had fallen into the some routine in the bed room as my day began. My mind drifted as Beth continued to moan and I thought of Mark with Jen my wife. The thought was too much and I exploded violently I had never cum so much or felt so conflicted what was I thinking about? What was I watching? I was still excited an ashamed at the same time. I am watching my friend Joe’s wife Beth fucking a black man in her back yard imagining my wife Jen doing. The camera was now on passengers who were very happy when they stepped on the concrete, high-fiving and cheering. The scene was repeated on the ZNN world wide news channel playing on the big screen on the TV in the restaurant.While the passengers were eating, making calls and wearing out the bathrooms, the girls and I had a meeting in Lorrie's office. We needed to figure out how to help 200 people for another day or two.Half an hour later we had at least a partial answer. We just had to ask a. It felt so wonderful, I didn't want it to stop. I felt her mouth leave my clit only to feel her tongue again running in and out of my cum filled pussy. Every once in a while, I would jerk when she stopped long enough to flick my sensitive clit. I would hear her giggle, then start to lick my pussy again.She stopped what she was doing and slowly, on her hands and knees, worked her way up my body. "Do you remember what I said?" she asked as she was moving her body side to side, seductively.