Lying there next to Scott that first Sunday, coming to my senses,I re-considered what I'd just done. I'd followed my instincts andimprovised. It sud...enly occurred to me that none of this wasnecessary. I could have drowned him in fragrance last night assoon as I'd gotten home. Soaked him in so much perfume that he'dnever have detected my fermy spermy smell. Then maybe I could havegotten him too drunk to detect anything at all, barely able tototter off to bed. Then all this wouldn't have. “I can’t do that…” I said. She smiles. “I know you can’t Norah. You are that wholesome soccer mom that whole modest. So enjoy your toys for the rest of your life.” She said in a bit challenging tone. But hearing that, I know I can’t survive with that. **************************************2 WEEKS LATERI just got back from my work. I told Dick, my son that I will be late but surprisingly my job were done much quicker than I thought thanks to my fellow colleagues that decided to help me. While my. He laughed louder when I refused to answer and couldn't meet his eyes in the mirror. Ted's fingers were there to press my pussy hole shut when he pulled his cock out of me. After I obeyed and pulled the crotch of panties over his fingers, he withdrew his hand. We both heard my pussy fart and we both knew the crotch of my wedding panties were now wet with his cum.Turning me around, Ted pushed me to sit on the edge of the bed. Ordering me to open my mouth, I tasted our sex even as drool dripped. I looked over and saw that he was erect, as well. I reciprocated the touch, so that we were now re-enacting the mutual stroking that had consumed many hours of our boyhood together. In no time I had released his swollen manhood from its confines, and he was right; erect he was slightly smaller than me, and did not seem to pose the threat of physical harm that Phyllis’ fake phallic did. Ever so slowly, Marty directed my head closer to his crotch until I was face to face with his cock; its.