“Oh, he’s so big,” she mumbled.“Just relax, Sara,” I whispered, giving her pussy a gentle caress.Slowly the head of Timmy’s cock entered h...r. It was an incredible sight: Her ass raised, her legs part, Timmy’s cock head now totally inside her.“Go on, Timmy,” I said, “now gently push.”“Oh, my god,” moaned Sara, “that feels so amazing.”“It does, doesn’t it?” I whispered in her ear.“When was your period?” I asked.“Just finished,” came the mumbled response between increasing moans as Timmy slowly. He was restless, tapping his fingers on the windowsill. When the carriage finally came to a stop and he jumped out, stalking up the steps of the Kingsley residence. With his fist lifted, he started pounding on the door. He did this until an old man answered, glaring up at Alex in his nightshirt and cap. ‘What is the meaning of this, sir?’ ‘I demand to see Emma Kingsley. And I am the Earl of Whittenhall, not a mere sir. Now please, let me in so that I can speak to her.’ ‘I think not. Callers. Feeling the pressure, I began to spend nearly every waking moment in the lab, often sacrificing sleep, proper nutrition, and sexual fulfillment in a desperate attempt find the solution. It all came to a head late one night when the security personnel escorted my cousin Paula into the lab.“What the hell are you doing here?” I questioned, stunned to see her.“I’m horny, and the girls and I are sick to death of you spending every night here,” she stated.“Look, Paula, I don’t really have time for. He appreciated it.I gave him my password and he got logged in so he could access his own email address… On this laptop I had hidden a gallery with lots of pics showing Anita enjoying sex with me and other of her lovers, especially well-hung black ones. Then I knew if Harold was enough curious, he would know that my sexy wife fucked another guys, lots of them and I was aware of her extramarital adventures…The week end passes with few news and on Monday; as soon as I arrived to my desk, Harold.