"Mmm yes" her almost sleepy voice said. He kneeled behind her and puthis cock into her cunt. It was still wet. He stroked her a few times, gettinghis ...ock well lubricated. He pulled out. He plunged his fingers deep into herand stirred them inside her so they were covered in her slippery juices and thespunk they had shot into her. He played his fingers around her arse. She felthis fingers there. It did not seem a problem. When he pushed one into her itstill seemed OK. Two fingers working her. I told Maria I was very mad at her. She knew she was supposed to call me to let me know where she was at and what she was doing. Maria apologized over and over. She said she truly had no intention of ending up with Brad again. I asked her how I knew she wasn't lying to me. Maria grabbed her smart phone and pulled up a video and said, "Here watch these videos and tell me if I'm lying." Maria said, "Let me tell you what happened before you watch the videos." She told me once they were in Brad's. Perfect.I didn’t know what my plan was exactly. I walked up to the front door and stood there, unable to move, for probably thirty seconds. Caution overtook me and I began to silently walk through the grass instead, around the side of the house, tracing a wide path until I rounded the rear and could see the glass sunroom jutting from the back wall. The yard stretched out, hidden by tall hedges, wide trees casting deep shadows in the moonlight. The two silver keys didn’t seem to fit the lock on. All I can think about is how good it feels. I want to feel more, I want to push in deeper. When I push all the way into it, the shock changes and suddenly it is moving through my dick, from back to front. This pain is worse than before, worse than any of the others. My throat is raw from the screaming. I pull out as fast as I can. The pain stops for a split second, then resumes between my balls and my back, then my balls and my left thigh. The pain goes through its rotations and I try and bear.