” She took my hand, and led me out of the bed, onto the plush white carpet. A comb from her nightstand served for a knife, she touched me with it li...htly. “But I want to see it,” she said. “Show me.” With a knife I would have had to break her arm, with a comb, and just for demonstration, I could simply throw her to the ground — the thick carpet would protect her from harm from the impact. I moved. A gasp, a sudden jolt, a swirling of space, too swift to register before it was over, and I found. My wife was fucking this strange man, someone she'd never met before, fucking him like an animal, bucking and humping him like she'd never done with me, her husband! I was so humiliated, feeling the heat of my anger as I watched my wife letting another man fuck her, but I realized that it was also turning me on. I'd never seen my wife being such a slutty little whore before and to be honest it was a huge turn on watching her being fucked hard by this big cock. After pounding my wife's pussy. I reached under the sheet to soothe my slightly tender member. It had the feel of "aprés' love" stickiness."And now, who does this feel like?" I had asked her."Ohhh... it feels... a little... a little like George." She had answered.My cock surged slightly under my soothing hand and I smiled with remembered pleasure. The pleasure was the long slow fucking we had satisfied ourselves with, Jody and I. The odd way in which George figured into this outcome was, I considered, something to. ” Hank said calmly.“Oh, I see. Was it you?” She said.“No, it was Tyshawn.” Hank said.“Did she…like do it with all of you?” She said.“Yes, maam, she did.” Hank said.“Oh my, I see…I guess.” She said.Hank could tell she was having trouble accepting that her sweet virginal 14-year-old daughter had given up her innocence to three black guys all in the same day. He stared at her. Her eyes were focused on him and her mouth looked like it wanted to ask more questions. Hank walked over and stood in.