But it was that old mistake of parking alongside a post; then forgetting it was there when pulling away! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!Taking his new car out for a...spin had been an act of rebellion; but it had back-fired on me and Richard did not fall into the hen-pecked hubby category; No sir; he could be a mean bastard.He would have hit the roof simply learning I’d even taken it round the block! But I had one saving grace; Richard was away in Seattle on business.My husband’s new car could be made. She didn’t. Another short flow came from her again all over his lapping tongue. This time he didn’t close his mouth. He accepted her liquid just as she accepted his cum into her hand again. Fifteen minutes later he was sharing a shower with Jeff and Julie. All three stood together as the hot water flowed over them. He watched as Jeff took a sponge and soaped Julie down and he grew hard again. It became even worse when she took the sponge from Jeff and reciprocated. A short while later they. There may be very honourable people who avoid even this sort of deception but we can neither of us can pretend to such scrupulosity.What I can't justify to myself is the lie by omission about my intention to commit adultery. Given the intention it was inevitable and may be pretty minor in comparison with the fact that I delighted in my wrongdoing for two full days but it played an essential part in that deceitful behaviour.However, I still can't understand your own equally deceitful omission:. I sat back on my haunches and raised my sticky hand to my mouth. Tentatively, I licked at the cum in my hand and tasted it's saltiness on my tongue. Peter chuckled to himself, clearly enjoying my predicament. I took larger licks of my hand and sucked on my fingers, almost gagging when I swallowed it. "Don't forget the mess you've made on Julie's chair" he said. I lent forward and licked the cum covered fabric, until all my mess was cleared. "Good boy, let's look at that hand now". As I held up.