The cheating rat-bastard had landed on his feet. Jay was angrier at him than Colette herself was. He wanted to castrate the cheating motherfucker in f...ont of everyone. After a few chance meetings and some phone calls, he and Colette had been having coffee every few days since their lives devolved into chaos. Coffee turned into lunches and lunches turned into dinners. Jay had always liked fine dining and despite her upbringing, Monique couldn’t boil water. Contrary to his wife’s culinary. ” C would wait a short while before he approached me. He would try to wake me up but I wouldn’t budge. My bare lips would swell with anticipation and I remained motionless. His breathing would increase as he gathered the courage to cross that line. He’d take his small cock out of the front of his pants and stroke it the exact same way his father did. I began to wonder if Charles was coaching C on how to touch himself; and if he told C to play with my sleeping body. C’s free hand would. Her cock dripping with his spit.Karen and Susan now circled him, on either side he could feel their presence. Both now had their strapons attached and fixed in place.Susan pulled him off Alison's cock and replaced it with hers, a red smooth dildo that slid easily down his throat. She was less aggressive than Alison and was pleased with Ian's performance. "Oh, you are a good boy," stroking his head as he bobbed on her cock.Karen was much more forceful, she slammed her thick black cock deep into. Mark was beside me, snoring, as normal. I looked over at his clock, 7 O’clock. But what woke me, then as I turned on to my back, the warm trickle from my pussy, dripping down as far as my ass, I lowered my hand, my nightdress was pulled up around my waist, touching my bare pussy, it felt warm and puffy. I must have been dreaming, and the dream must have been hot. Leaning over I nudged Mark, he just snored and let out a loud grunt. He wasn’t going to be much help, and his alarm wasn’t due to go.