But then, that was the whole crux of my problem, both decisions would be wrong and both would be right. I was weighing up the two events; do what was ...ecent and honest and would leave me a gibbering unfulfilled wreck, or do what I deep down knew I wanted to do and become a deliriously happy slut. I gripped the copper coin tightly in my hand, so much depended on this small circle of metal. There was no point in delaying it, I had to decide one way or the other; heads, I flush the stuff away, and. “That was amazing," she said, "Even if he is a bit salty!” We all laughed.He was still semi-hard, so I started to give his throbbing, twitching cock a blowjob and before long he began squirming, jerking and bucking his hips as his balls tightened. Kay once again leaned down and got as much of his cum in her mouth as she could and swallowed it all once again.As we lay there, Kay asked me, “Has he ever hurt you, fucking your somewhat tight little pussy? How on earth can you handle such a. The place is really not that hard to take care of since eleven of the units are really small apartments that are rented by the month and Dawn is not required to clean them. The other fourteen are usually full on Friday and Saturday, but during the week we usually don't have more than six or seven overnights. With free rent and paid utilities we are able to live off my wages and bank the motel money, which we then use for some pretty nice vacations.Like most marriages, or at least like most that. " With a sigh, Samantha relaxed into her bed. She grabbed her phone and texted Jon. "You will not believe how close I came to getting caught." "Whoops. Hahaha. I guess we'll plan better next time?" "You know it. I'd prefer not to have my head torn off and you banished from existence. Night." With that, Sam drifted off to sleep, exhausted from her night of dirty thoughts and sexy deeds. Sam awoke the next morning, thoughts of Jon's voice, describing how his dick had twitched underneath his.