John is going away with his dad on a week long fishing trip. He and I stood in the driveway waiting for his dad to come out. “Janet you do know I wo...ld rather spend my spring break with you.” “But I could not tell my dad no on going on this fishing trip,” John explained as he stood there with me in his arms.“I know,” I replied as I hung my head down. “I am just going to miss you,” I added as he took his hand and lifted my head.I had moved in with John back in February as both my mom and dad had. " Oh, God. This is what I both hoped for and feared. It isn't too embarrassing to rub my nubbin in front of a woman, or while I'm anonymous and with a man, especially while receiving some cock, but here in front of my husband, knowing that he knows who I am under this red tent, I feel myself blushing and I'm almost frozen with reluctance. But I see him grasp his cock and begin to stroke it. That makes it easier. Confidence, Cate, confidence. I pull one arm inside the burqa and begin to play. Fatima was determined to get as much from it as she could. But before her anxieties of whether he’d continue for very long had passed and she was able to truthfully enjoy the pleasure of a man’s cock in her cunt, reducing her to the creamy, slippery helplessness that she was sure was the final destination of lovemaking but which she’d never yet experienced, it was over. A squirt of come inside her. A damp puddle in her knickers. A stain on her sweatshirt. And then Freddy tucked his cock away.. I tried to get some work done, but I was a mess. My uncertain but likely abusive future kept me looking over my shoulder and jumping at stray sounds. Kane, when he wasn't napping, gave calm glances. He wasn't worried about anything. Perhaps he was looking forward to watching the alpha female continue my training.Late in the afternoon, I did have to pee. I nearly raced to the bathroom, but even Kane's calm demeanor cowed me. I ended up peeing into the cum stained pair of torn slacks. I put down.