If only I had some time, this weekend, I would drive down there and fuck her, I know she wants to, but she’s still got a guilt trip, so what if I’... her ex Brov in Law, I should have been her fucking Brov in Law, why not, my stupid brother wasn’t, I should have, and really Helen wanted too!The email --------------------------------------------------------------------Hello s*s. When you and I were in the pool house later that night and as you bent over to turn the lights out, I reached for you. Were ... eating her pussy like a dyke!”“Todd, I...” Mrs. Armstrong shuddered. “It’s this place. They’re blackmailing me.”“Because you were cheating on me!?” Mr. Armstrong roared. “Because you were eating Zoey’s pussy and that other woman’s? Whose else pussies were you eating? How many other women are you cheating on me with?”Mrs. Armstrong hunched over as she trembled on the bed. Her face was lowered. Tears were forming in her eyes. Her shoulders shook. Then the tears fell down her cheeks. She. I started sucking it again, then I stood up.The kiss was passionate, intense, intimate, aggressive, and as sexual as anything I'd had in years. Better than anything my wife had done. Without a word, she slid her hand down across my stomach and across my underwear.I gasped. She giggled,and slid her hand inside my underwear."Wow. That's like impressive. I like it," Hannah said. She started stroking my rock hard dick gently. It felt so fucking good I couldn't even say anything.Without a word she. Just so others just look and lust but do not touch.After ordering drinks and an appetizer for them, Donald, as if he knew what Emma was thinking earlier, reaches across the table and takes her hand. He holds it so the back of her arm is up, and gently running the fingers of his other hand up and down from wrist to elbow. Emma sighs deeply at this wonderful touch.“Emma, thank you for what you did for me this afternoon. You have made me a very happy man. I am still feeling tingles from it,”.