I watched as it disappeared deep inside her pussy.I don’t know if I had ever cum as much as I was cumimg watching this strange young girl make love ...o my husband. I didn’t want it to end.Michael’s hands gripped her slim ass cheeks as he pulled her tight to him. She rocked up and down, driving his cock deeper inside her with each thrust. Her head went backwards and her body arched as she moaned wildly. I knew she was having one incredible orgasm. I knew the feeling well. Michael’s cock was large. Once I started backing off in my requests for sex with Patricia I thought our home life got easier. Patricia didn't ask any questions and I kept my secret safe, I was very careful to cover my tracks.So, walking past the house one day in Spring, I saw a couple attacking the undergrowth in the garden with strimmers and shears. Some of the small trees would probably need a chainsaw. I stopped and spoke to them, they introduced themselves as Thomas and Sharon. We chatted for about five minutes,. Rae seemed to be enjoying the sensations she was causing me; her eyeswere slightly glassy and she bit her lip sensuously as she pressed theplug deeper into my ass and stroked my cock more firmly. She leanedforward until her lips brushed my ear."This is how I want you in the salon from now on. Every visit - with aplug in your tight little arse, a ring around your cock and properunderwear over the top. Do you understand me?"I swallowed hard and nodded, concentrating on not being overwhelmed byall. I counted backward. It had been four days since I'd left Colorado Springs. Seven days since I'd emerged from Uncle Willard's gold mine. Eight days -- last night had been eight days -- since the night that Death had come to so many.I once again thanked Providence that it had happened at night. The nighttime coming of Death had disguised so much of the devastation. All these houses we passed -- all the apartment buildings -- were full of death. They were, in many instances, probably impassible,.