I know I would have been to weak to lie about why. My child was in danger, my husband was never afraid of anything. He would have called the cops, and...I would have lost my child when this brute saw them show up. The lube betrayed the impossible task again, but did little to dull the pain. I let out a low cry into the pillow feeling how much bigger his cock was than my fingers. Practice did nothing to prepare my tight ass for this invasion. Stretching hard and firmly around this man’s tip. His. Her bare bottom rubbed against my folded erection, making my condition worse. Her breasts pressed into my upper arm and chest. Her arrival was so sudden my arm was trapped between our bodies. My fingers were along side her bare thigh. "Oh, you do like it," she said, squirming against my erection. "Listen, could we, you know, uh, do it again?"Given Alesha's previous aggressive behavior, asking permission was a bit strange, but so were these circumstances. Maybe she wore the mask because she was. I raised my knees, spread them apart like a whore and placed the photo between them. From that angle, my own cock was larger than the one in the picture, but I knew that the picture was not life-sized. There was no rush, less than an hour's worth of cum had accumulated in my balls since my last orgasm.So I lazily stroked my meat, my eyes drifting back and forth; the cock, the cum on her face, the pointed nipples which happened to be in the shot, her tongue, my own cock, the glob of cum in. As I stood, the sprites danced and giggled around me, sometimes close and at others, distant but each time getting nearer. I was enraptured and gradually became aware that as they passed close their dainty hands were beginning to touch me, a flick of my dress, brushing my arms as I held them outstretched, their fingertips brushing though my hair. I began to laugh happily, my heart soaring with every touch and sound and soon they were dancing close, their hands everywhere. I felt them move.