I started to finger fuck her with two of my fingers and it wasn't long before I had my trousers and pants down around my ankles. My cock was staining...to get into that delicious mature juicy pussy and some cum was now dropping from the end of my red swollen bell end. With cock in my hand I started slowly rubbed it up and down between her now thick juicy fat pussy lips. I slipped my cock into her wide open pussy in one slow movement up to my balls and then started to fuck her with the full. He started bitching about something and nearly got right next to me before actually seeing me. My heart was in my throat, and I couldn't breath. No one had ever cought me before, much less a hard d**g dealer who regularly kicked people's asses. When he saw me he hesitated, confused, not recognizing me. When he did, he busted out laughing saying "what the fuck?". I stammered out a barrage of "I'm not gay", and, "let me explain". He did allow me to explain a little. I was ashamed and scared, I. Smith seemed tired and so we decided to go into one of the other rooms where some guy had a babe tied down on a table and he looked like he was getting ready to fuck her in the ass. He was putting something on his dick to grease it up so I figured she wasn't real experienced with getting poked in the wazoo."Hi Mr. Billingsly. It's me, Claudette, your daughters friend from school."It must have been painful for him to jam his cock into that jar like that. He didn't seem happy to see me. There is not one ounce of trust left in my being for her. The love that I still have for her is just that part which hasn't had time to accept this sudden and complete change happening in such a short while.The manager of the motel handed me the key to the room. A hundred dollar bill and a promise to not mess up the place served as the 'gateway' to having the key in hand. He's a nice guy and I'm sure it's not his fault my wife and her toy-boy chose this place for their trysts. He also mentioned.