Her fingers were slick as she worked then deeply into her cunt. I could hear her moaning even over the loud music. Her fingers moved faster as she gre... closer and closer to an orgasm. I reached over and turned the music off. Sharon's eyes snapped open."Daddy! What are you doing home?" Sharon jumped to snap off the computer. In her haste to try and shut it off, her fingers flew over the keys. She grabbed to turn the screen off and I watched as, in her haste, the screen fell off the desk. CRASH!. Our parents didn’t count, they had each other. Only on weekends did we get away to be with friends.In the days and weeks that followed our little school yard tease Celeste and I tossed middle finger signals at each other more often only the significance of the gestures was changing, there was no rancor. I flipped her off challenging her to intimacy, she responded with her own sign hinting at possibilities. Gradually I got bold enough to rub my middle finger over the bulge in my pants and she. Her mouth was stretching over the shaft.A few more close up pictures revealed her hairless pussylips stretched around this vein riddled solid cock. The next pic hit me like a thunderbolt. There in the mirrored reflection of his bedroom wardrobe were the unmistakable features of my best friend Dave!My wife was blatantly lying to me and was at this very moment fucking my so called best friend in our marital bed.Dave had always been a serious player and had commented many times in the past how. Holding her two hands above her head, he used his free hand to pull her hair back. With her head close enough he whispered, “I am going to stick my cock in you, and there is nothing you can do to stop me.” He released her hair, and then sensed something new from her. She was becoming turned on by the thought of being raped by this strange man. She kept moaning no, but Kevin kept hearing her mind say yes. With a tear rolling down her cheek, Kevin took one of her hands and pulled it behind.