The waitress set a ticket down on the table, and turned away, mutteringunder her breath as she walked away, "Fucking whores. I don't get paidenough fo... this shit."I caught my reflection in the big, plate glass windows running across thefront of the coffee shop. Sitting at the little cafe table was a bleachedblonde bombshell of heroic proportions. I stood up, and turned from sideto side. My tits were fucking huge, and my ass wasn't far behind. Massesof streaked, blonde hair were pulled up behind. I looked at my husband who had a surreal look on his face. I asked, "How does it feel, baby?" Amazing," he grunted."Different?" I asked."I can't even begin to explain it, but it is fucking hot," he approved.I came three times from the period fucking. Although I was so wet, a mixture of my own juice and blood, I must admit I didn't feel John's cum fill me. Only his trademark grunt told me he was exploding inside me.Once done and showered, we cuddled in bed and watched one of our favourite. I found myself kneeling beside him with my head in his lap continuing my prayers hoping it wasn’t too late.I caught a movement inside the patio doors and seen my daughters watching me. They both had tears falling down their cheeks and smiles on their faces. I think it was then they forgave me for what I had done and knew they would do what they could to get their father and I back together.After they went back upstairs I laid back on the lounge beside Michael. Looking up at the night sky I. He pumped within her mouth until he felt his own orgasm strike and ropes of hot, sticky cum filled his mouth. Bella moaned and swallowed every drop. ‘Fuck Bella!’ Zane moaned. ‘That never gets old.’ ‘Thank you,’ said Bella. Zane pulled Bella onto his bed and stripped her clothes from her. Her swollen belly rippled as he pushed her legs apart. ‘May I have your fine ass tonight?’ ‘If that will please you, then yes.’ Zane placed a couple of pillows under Bella’s ass and began licking her pussy..