’ Fran turned on Gabby. ‘And another thing,’ she asserted, ‘when a traffic light’s red, you’re supposed to stop.’ Gabby’s expression s...ggested that no reasonable person would take seriously such an absurd regulation. ‘Fran, honey,’ she explained, ‘there was no traffic.’ ‘There was an old lady crossing!’ Fran retorted indignantly. ‘You made her run for her life!’ ‘These old people,’ said Gabby coolly, ‘they’re nimbler than they make out.’ Yvonne had now joined us, and I asked her what she. And it all made sense. Why Ashley was changing the sheets, taking showers, acting so weird around me. My wife was having an affair. With a man. I wanted to burst in and shout at her, to explode with righteous anger. I wanted to make her feel as terrible as I felt at her heart-wrenching betrayal. I wanted to burst in, but I was rooted to the spot, my eyes glued to the sight of the cock disappearing into my wifes cunt. I licked my lips. She was enjoying it so much, that hurt the most. Not only. When he had raped her and she had rejected him he had obviously decided on revenge. Encouraging Chris as well as educating him in the ways of the flesh, Trent had led the boy down the path to eventual incest and the photographs and blackmail. The only thing he hadn't planned on was drunkenly swerving off the road into a tree."Well, he certainly taught you well. That much we can thank him for."She rolled onto her back and spread her legs. Chris was instantly atop her."And he certainly had an apt. I know he is getting close. I wanted him to pump his whole load into my ass, but I thought it would be hotter, if he pulled it out while he was cumming, jammed his ass covered dick into my mouth, and gave me a mouthful to taste! Even better, maybe he would just fucking do it without me asking for it. It takes kind of a nasty guy to do that, and I didn't know that much about Woody, except I liked the way he put his cock in me. I've found I can come from little things like that if I'm already.