.what should I wear?" she asked with her face twisted to the side in thought, holding up first one garment, then another.Thinking she was asking a pra...tical question, I replied, "Well, if you want to really attract guys, show a lot of skin. If, on the other hand," I continued, "you want to limit access, wear pants"."Mmmmm," she replied and I went into the next room, to the bar, to mix us some drinks.When I returned with the drinks I saw, with great pleasure, that the decision had been made.. ” Gulara rubbed her chin thinking for a moment.“The presence of your mate could have triggered a relapse of your Mother’s fear from the attack, she may have considered your mate as a threat and that resulted in what occurred, simply put your friend terrified her and that was what resulted in the attack.” Once again guilt filled his body, he had been the instrument of another attack but this time it was an emotional attack.“What have I done?” Tears once again poured down his face.“You had no. I reached between us, unzipped his flies, and felt inside for his cock. It was rigid and very thick. I squeezed it in my fist, my fingers barely closed around its huge girth. I shuddered in anticipation of the pleasure this monster of a cock was going to give me when it slid inside me.Jean-Luc's mouth was on my neck, he was breathing hard as he undid my slacks. "Oh Jenny, I want you, I want you." Another shiver ran through me as he pushed my slacks and panties down my thighs, and with a twitch. I was standing straight, not five feet from my whimpering husband, completely naked except for a bra pulled low under my breasts, a bra Deacon had picked out for me, getting fucked from behind by this man, practically a stranger, as my husband watched. Twenty minutes ago I was a good wife and mother. Now I was a whore. And I loved it. My orgasm started deep in my womb, in my pussy, in my cunt. It was the strongest orgasm I had ever had. It started slow and then blasted through me like nothing I.