"I don't think so."Such an innocuous, common phrase. You hear it all the time. It merely expresses mild disagreement with a concept. "I don't think so..." We hear it so often that it means almost nothing. We almost ignore it.I shouldn't have ignored it when she said it, though.Not that night.Not in that situation."Can I have my orgasm now?" she asked, still stroking."Yes," I said, wishing I could have one while she had one."I want to try something," she said, her voice light."What?" It's. I looked down at myself, my hand still firmly wrapped around my shaft, amazed I had lasted so long. I slid my fingers up to the underside of my knob, aware I would not last too much longer.I saw Mark ease back slightly to look down at my mother.....his prize. He knew then, his cock in her cunt, the last barrier removed..., she was without question his for the taking. My mother lifted her leg from the side of the couch and wrapped it around his thigh Mark drew back then pushed forward hard,. If the bullywug was worried after seeing the rest of its kind dead on the ground around them, Vennoa couldn’t see it. The bullywug had a smirk on its face, as if it knew something the party didn’t.The regal bullywug gestured with its hands, and croaked something at the party, but Vennoa had no idea what it was saying. The bullywug continued croaking louder, as if its volume was the reason why the party couldn’t understand it.Then, it became clearer what the bullywug was doing. Around a dozen. That was unexpected. My husband was always at work at this time and our 5 year-old daughter was spending a few days at a friend's home. More curious and puzzled than worried – the lock hadn't been broken – I tiptoed upstairs and headed towards our bedroom. By now I could hear the sounds better, and what I was hearing was definitely the sound of a female!The door to our bedroom was open and when I looked in the sight made me gasp. There was my husband Scott fucking someone! And it sure as shit.