I had wore a low cut black one-piece mini skirt, I had crotch less pantyhose on under it. I hiked my skirt up a little and I diddled with my pussy whi...e I checked the pictures out. I was shoving two fingers in and out of my pussy by the time I got to a picture showing John sucking on some guys cock. I almost had an orgasm when I saw that picture.BI guys really turn me on and I never knew whether John was BI or not but now, I knew. I search through the pictures until I found more of him sucking. I stopped fingering her ass and she mewled in protest. “Let’s get dry,” I told her. We toweled each other’s bodies. I’m not ashamed of my twenty-six year old body, like I said, I keep in shape, but banshee…she was the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen. I attended to her wounds with more antibiotic cream, and I had her take some amoxicillin. Then I took her into the spare bedroom, and I brushed her hair. “You’re nice. Why are you doing this? I’m supposed to be training, right?” She finally said. I. I could virtually not feel anything except the messy, warm, slushy, gooey, semen of my boss, mixed up with my wife’s own juices. The feeling of the slushy warm semen in her cunt against my cock was so exciting and out of this world, that in just three to four thrusts, i ejaculated into her cunt. As i was ejaculating my wife pulled me deep into her. I collapsed on her. She asked me, ‘ darling, did you enjoy? Have i changed now? ‘ I said, ‘ yes, darling! Unfortunately, mr. Khorana’s gigantic cock. It wasn’t the same area as before, but still, I could see the street.Stopping, I turned to Lawrence, and in my heels, standing, I was taller than he by about four inches. I smiled to him, for my lover had also become my rescuer. “Lawrence… thank you….” And I laid my lips to his, to kiss him again, a passionate French-kiss. By this time I didn’t care who saw what. My inhibitions were trashed, and my body, having been used by so many, was a mess. My dress was a mess, and semen was trailed.