Melissa."What are you doing" I say shocked "Mr Skinner I think you know " Melissa's hand strokes my thick shaft. My breathing is shallow, gasping for ...ir. "You can't . I'm married" I protest weakly as I watch her small mouth engulf the head of my cock.My brain is trying to take control. This should not be happening. However I reach out put a hand on her head and force to take more of my stiff prick in her mouth, down her throat. Melissa gagged on my cock as I shoot my load down her throat. Cum. I'm going out with a fellow who does outreach for teens in trouble. Late, almost certainly. And wherever it is he takes me." And just what is it exactly, that you're going to be doing?" Mom asked."That I don't know. I went to an orientation Tuesday, but that didn't work out as well as I expected. Now, I'm going to be more humble, and more interested in learning what I need to know." I paused, and smiled at her. "If I'm going to be past two, I'll call."Dad chimed in. "Thanks, but no thanks.. Just as she had cleaned his cock with her tongue he pushes hard into her mouth, offloading all of his cum deep into her. “Swallow my cum you dirty slut”. She swallows relieved that she had done her bit and nobody would ever find out …They left her at the table, holding up her legs so that no drop of sperm could run out of her. Both her pussy and arse fully loaded of cum. Some lads help her into her blouse, gently putting back on her shiny panties, her skirt, and her shoes. Finally they help her. ”With that the camera moves around the room and I now have a clear view of our bed room. Wendy placed her phone on the mantel above our fireplace at the foot of our bed.I can see her walk out of the bedroom still wearing her satin robe. Her toy is still on the bed.I listen intently and can hear the dvd still playing in the background and bits of Wendy, Jim and another voice from the living room. I can’t tell what they’re saying.Several minutes pass and I was about to turn my phone off when I.