As I sit by the dinner table I see a text come through on my phone. It’s from a number that I don’t recognise. It must be her. I open the message ...o see a picture, it’s my husbands cock wedged perfectly between her perfect breasts. My heart sinks jealous she gets my husband in that way but I can’t help but feel a flutter in my pussy. My clit begins to throb and my pussy starting to get wet. Seeing his rock hard cock touching her soft skin. I can only imagine what they’ve been doing. Are they at. I made sure to give them plenty of time to talk. Finally, I decided I needed to make an appearance, no matter how odd that would feel.Ann was alone in the kitchen, she told me that Susan was in the rest room and would be ready to leave in just a minute. I just gave her a quizzical look, and she said, "It will all be good, Susan understands what you need to do, so don't worry about it, take your time with her. I will be waiting in bed, when you get back."Susan appeared a minute later. She. By this time, I had discovered masturbation by humping the playground pole in elementary school and I had a pole at home in the bathroom that I would hump. When he would run by, everyone would just pull away or cover up so he couldn't grab your penis. By this time I was fantasizing about having sex with girls and boys. One day I was one of the last to finish showering so the locker room was almost empty as the others had already dressed and were waiting outside of the locker room for the bell. She had beaten him once, and only by sheer, dumb bad luck had he decided to latch a piece of darkness onto her soul, intending to grant her damnation in exchange for eternal youth, beauty, or whatever he had planned.She had time. Mike was going on a quick trip into his wardrobe, and she knew he’d be back soon. With all the heads of the house pushed together, she felt hopeful that a plan could be made without her. After all, she had no idea how to know that he was watching.She pushed.