Up until now, Caitlin had viewed Sonya as some kind of a rival. She wasn't a rival in the sense that she and Sonya were actively vying for her husband...s hand in marriage, but more one for the primacy of his affection. Caitlin never before had any real sympathy for the woman, although she reluctantly recognised a debt of gratitude to Sonya's infidelity for releasing Ken from wedlock and blessing Caitlin with three years of pre-nuptial and marital bliss. It was true that Caitlin found Sonya. I let the lid to the trash can fall shut and I went back into the house. My wife wasn't home at the moment, and so I finished doing the morning breakfast dishes, and even did the vacuuming that she'd asked me to do several days earlier. As I vacuumed, I kept thinking about the pregnancy test box in the alley way trash can. So, I wondered, is my wife pregnant? And if she was, then who was the 'father?' Because there was absolutely no doubt that it wasn't me!After I'd finished the vacuuming, I. Patrick began to really lay it to Julie, causing her to moan out with every thrust he made. Julie's small hand was like a blur going over my very rigid shat. I still managed to hold on."Take the shirt off your head and cum all over my face," Julie said as Patrick pulled out and she dropped to her knees between us.I let her continue stroking my shaft while she began playing with herself. I could see Patrick stroking his cock through his shadow. I didn't want to look up and see his dick in fear. Good. He walked in the door and heard the hum in the bedroom. He walked through the kitchen into her room. She was kneeling on the bed, face down, ass up. The blue butt plug was in her ass. The big glass one. She was using the brown vibe, the one with the little soft tip that oscillated. She wasn’t moving much while she held it on her clit, but her breathing was already heavy.Did you fuck anybody today? He asked.No. Just myself. This morning when I woke up. Again after breakfast. Last week I.