Encouraged, Feebie rolled her tongue from side to side around his shaft as she slid up and down. Wynn was now as hard as Feebie figured he was going t... get. Throwing one leg across, she straddled Wynn’s hips and placed him at the entrance to her cunt. Lying forward, hugging her boobs hard into his chest, she pushed the saliva wetted cylinder into her opening. Her arms hugged him tight around the neck. Her hips worked strokes on his cock. Wynn lay quietly accepting the caresses. Feebie’s magic. He was not the guilty one.Finally, I contacted a private investigator named Clive Owens. I had two jobs for him and he and I met that morning. I gave him a retainer and we set a price that I could afford. He promised to do all he could within my ability to pay and I gave him as much information as I could. He seemed pleased with that and said it gave him a big head start.By the end of the day, I felt much better. I had begun to do what I could to salvage my marriage to the man I loved beyond. With burning desire I would reach up and slowly pull the waistband her panty until she was totally bare. Her young mound had only a few dark hairs. At our young age she was proud of them, as they showed she could mate. My tongue would find the crease among her sexual mound and her leg and I would run the tip of my tongue. It would stimulate her to be mated, as she would spread her young legs. From our entangled dance her sweet sweat and vaginal nectar would be in abundance. I would drink every. On the trolley was my lovely daughter, stark naked and garnished with fruits and cream. Her head was framed by her blonde hair and lying in a bed of bunches of g****s. Her breasts were covered in cream with half strawberries pressed to her flesh. Wendy's belly was covered in slices of melon, leading to her pubic fur which seemed to have redcurrants threaded amongst the gold. Lines of cream studded with bananas and raspberries led from the ankles right up Wendy's long legs to her scarlet cunt.