Karen doesn’t want to have sex, but it would be so easy to dip my toe—or something else—into the unfamiliar, yet potentially refreshing waters a... work. Believe me I was tempted beyond human endurance to do just that. My problem with all this—chump that I am—was my honor pact I made with Karen: not to dibble with other women behind her back. I was sure Karen was keeping up her end of the deal, which made me doubly obligated to my word. Thus, I took the high road and tried to ignore their. BY THE LOOK ON HIS FACE I MUST HAVE BEEN LOOKING SEXY.SO WHERE TO? HE ASKED.HOW ABOUT THE MALL OR SOMETHING?.WHEN WE CAME BACK IT WAS PRETTY LATE AND GINA WASNT THERE.THE MALL THING HAD BEEN OK.DIDNT TALK MUCH.THERE WAS MORE OF STARING AND SEXUAL TENSION.I WANTED HIM REAL BAD BY THEN.JAKE INTERUPPTED MY THOUGHTS.HEY YOU WANNA TALK..I MEAN GINAS NOT HOME… HE LOOKED QUESTIONIGLY.SURE..WE HEADED TO HIS BED ROOM.HE TOOK HIS SHIRT OFF AND THREW HIMSELF ON THE BED.THIS IS NEW I THOUGHT. I SAT NEXT TO. “Oh fuck yes,” I groaned as the full length of my vibro tore open my arse.“Oh yes fucking hell,” I repeated as I slowly began thrusting both up myself.“Holy shit,” Niall said as they both watched the sordid scene in front of them.Their best friends mum, the woman who had driven them to football practice, taken them on day trips and spent evenings with both their parents was now fucking herself furiously in front of them.Dressed tartily as a French maid, with two toys whirring and banging away. He moved his hands under her pajama top, playing with her breasts, squeezing her nipples between his fingers and thumbs. Her nipples got harder, more sensitive to his touch. Moving his hands back out of the pajama top, his fingers began to slowly unbutton her top, leaving it to hang on her shoulders.Walking in front of her, he said, “My cock needs some attention. See to it.” She dropped to her knees and used two hands to undo his jeans, pulling them down. His cock popped out in front of her..