As I starting to bring Hellen's suitcase upstairs to the guest bedroom, which was near the master bedroom, I starting thinking that I made a mistake i... marrying Wilda. Ever since we've been married, she has been bossing me around ever since. She has been telling me what to do and not what to do, and I have been powerless and not confident enough to take a stand and tell her "No.". The reason behind that is that I don't want to upset Wilda and make her mad. I always want to make her happy. I. Her eyes met her lover’s gaze, a chuckle passing his lips as he leaned close to her ear. “Calm down Heather, we’ll continue once the car starts moving and he won’t notice either.” “Alright Ivan…” She was unsure, but trusted him more than anyone else. The car started to move, waiting about twenty minutes before he pulled her on top of him again. The blanket twisting and falling off them; her hands on either side of his head, supporting herself as he rocked her hips. She thought her brother. He pulled back and said that it was going to be such a pleasure for him to tear her open. Jess hearing this made her sick to her stomach. He pulled her around to the end of the desk and put her face back in between Taren’s legs and told her to finish what she had started and not to lift her head up no matter what. He got behind her and flipped her skirt up and ripped her thongs off. He then grabbed his cock and put it up to her pussy. He slid it all around her pussy lips as it was all wet and. “Am I ready for this, I am so nervous," she admitted. “You will be fine." I assured her. I watched as she redid her lips and then she lifted her skirt to adjust her stockings and exposed her long legs all the way to her panties, again the lightning bolt did its thing and I felt the moist between the legs, what’s up with that, I thought to myself? God, I am a 42 year old, happily married women with 2 kids, how can anyone else, left alone another woman have this kind of affect on me, that is.