"P-p-p-ull i-it ou-ou-out-t-t, I-i'm gon-n-na squi-i-irt!"As he pulled the fake pecker out a geyser of my sweet pussy juice shot up at his face. "Fuck...yeah!" he said. "That was awesome!" Yes it was," I said, "but your cock is being neglected." And I grabbed a pillow and positioned myself over it so my head was hanging off the bed. "Feed me that cock, Baby, fuck my throat."He fulfilled my request immediately, shoving every inch in my suck hole as deep as it would go. I loved every minute of. He seemed to have no embarrassment about possessing the magazine. Jean was almost speechless with shock at being caught and felt ashamed that she had been looking at the photos .All she could do was confess to being curious about the magazine once she had seen the cover. She did say that the drawer was open so she had not actually been searching.John had calmed down now and said to her ‘What do you think your mother will have to say about this?’ Please don’t tell her John,she pleaded with him.. As she put a frozen pizza in the oven, I watched her from behind, felt an attraction like never before. I hugged her from behind, kissing her from back to front and stomach to ears. We started making love again, even after my balls were empty of seamen, till my dick started burning with friction.I was out of condoms, but she had an ipill. We went to Santu’s apartment on Sunday morning and moved all her stuff back to my place. Later that night, she got a text from Santosh, “Sorry it didn’t work. Please Peter, I keep telling you I love you. I want to come home. I want to live with you all our days, but as equals who trust each other totally. For God’s sake, change. Get help.It’s in your hands.I do love you, much more than you realise, Claire.She also sent the letter as an attachment to his email address. She waited all week for a reply, though admittedly without much hope.She filled her time mainly in the garden. The first three days were blessed with sunny periods, but Thursday was wet.