She had to keep reading. She told him toe-mail the file to her that she was going to submit it to herpublisher to see if he wanted to publish it. He ...as happy that she was so enthusiastic about it but he didn'tthink it would get published. To be on the safe side he inserted adedication page at the beginning. It read "To Mary Folcroft,without whose urging this story would never have seen daylight". He sent it to her and she forwarded it to her publisher, tellinghim that she couldn't put it. She walked to her van and he followed her. She opened the door and sat with her legs spread so he could see her smooth pussy. He came over and grabbed her hair and kissed her. He plunged his tongue deep in her mouth and she sucked it. He ran his hand between her legs and all over her pussy. She in turn felt his cock. She was in luck, it was huge. She slid inside the van and pulled him in. She immediately unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out. It was great. At least 9 inches. She felt his. The day before, she had considered narrating to Emma those early morning hours, her embarrassment, her fears for the children and the pain she had endured, arms stretched out, legs tethered on the wooden piano stool. Finally, she decided that there was little to be gained by reopening the issue except her own satisfaction and so she tried hard to adopt the same attitude as the others. Both Emma and Jamie seemed to walk with a spring in their step and laughter in their voices as she trailed. I groaned, angled deeper and fucked my wife so hard that when I came I saw stars. I gently withdrew the cock from Cyn’s mouth and lay down beside her. She was quiet and breathing hard. I was still semi-hard inside her that’s how turned on I was. Was she okay? Did I push her too far? I was just about to ask when she smiled and turned towards me, wrapping her slender arms around me to snuggle. God I loved this woman. When our breathing calmed I decided to see how much she liked our.