"Ok, you win! Neither of us is responsible. Do you know how much I love you?" She asked, as she buried her face in my chest and sobbed her heart out. ...ow what? I realized as she began to calm down that she was just releasing a lot of pent up emotion."Probably about as much as I love you, Megan." I smiled at her; I'm sure it was as brilliant as her smile. At least it felt like it. Then it faded, as I was kicked in the gut by another load of guilt I was carrying."Megan... I'm sorry. You must. Two days later I came back home from work very tired; but I found Anita was in the mood for a good fucking session. She told me I needed a shower as she would get ready with a new sexy outfit.I returned to the bedroom after a warm relaxing shower and found my sensual wife lying on the bed. She was wearing just a tiny see through nighty, seamed nylons and a pair of stiletto heels. I sat beside her and started to kiss and fondle her, then went down between her spread thighs and started to lick. So one morning I saw my Mom getting into an old Sanford and son truck. They drove to next street and parked. I could see my school bus coming down the street, but I hid. Once the school bus passed, I proceeded towards the truck. Not knowing why, I just did it.. I didn't walk directly toward the truck. I came from the side of the abandoned house they were parked in front of. In plain sight, windows down, I saw a man forcing my Moms head up and down rapidly and violently. It could hear his. I watched as a eighteen year old was riding the 10 inch cock of some European guy almost three times her age. I loved the contrast of his pale white cock against her tanned skin. He was nailing her something fierce and was screaming like a banshee. I knew that I had to turn it down so as to avoid being detected. I found that I was too late for that!I felt a pair of small hands begin to massage my shoulders and I knew right away it was Miko. "Your shoulders are not all I want to massage, I hope.