Everything about this was unfamiliar and unstable to me. Jane’s mouth hung open, her eyes glaring, seeming mostly in shock. My heart raced, my body ...nder so much nervous pressure that my dick stagnated. She remained sitting completely still, scrutinizing every muscle in my face, and especially the fullness of my cock, searching again for my confidence and conviction to this moment. If she didn’t believe me, she was going to rise off the couch and suggest she go find a cab home. I locked eyes. They could prove he'd killed Dennis Milsing. They couldn't provide a convincing motive.Only two people alive really knew the whole story: Amy, and her dad. And he wasn't helping either side anymore than she was. His repeated explanation for killing his former boss was that the guy "was an asshole". The tapes of his daughter masturbating? Responsible parenting. And so the circle of logic went.Even without her cooperation, the prosecutors eventually convicted her father of murder in the first. She held my fully erected dick and guided it towards the entrance of her pussy and tightened her grip with her legs.I pushed, and it came out. She put it back in, I adjusted a bit, and with one thrust I entered her, she was gasping for air as I was moving back and forth with a steady pace. She was not a moaner and didn’t let out a single sound except for the ones which accidentally escaped when I’d go out of rhythm and thrust her harder than she was expecting.I knew that I was gonna cum soon so. Eve had locked her emotions down tight for this night. She didn’t want to enjoy it. She wanted Tim to enjoy it so that things were improved between them. So there would be fewer weeds in the Marital Weed Garden. When Tim agreed to all four conditions, Eve knew he was serious about wife sharing. She wasn’t sure if he wanted to be a cuckold though. If she needed to go through with this fantasy of Tim’s (and perhaps a second one later) to learn his nature, she would.Eve’s thighs sweated. She was.