She could’ve gobbled him up until he fainted but she needed him conscious. With a steely look, she spoke softly: ‘Oh my Eugene. I’ve thoroughly ...njoyed your cream chowder. I’ve always wanted you more than anything in the world. You’re my guilty obsession and nothing can change that. See that iPhone beside the sink? It’s been recording how I pleasured you all night. Call it my insurance. You’re going to do exactly as I say or else. First, you WILL marry my step daughter and keep her happy. If. You slide one finger into my hole. I moan loudly this time. You move it further in, finding my G-Spot. You push into it, repeatedly, and I can already feel my orgasm building. I moan again, and you move your thumb onto my swollen clit. It feels so, so, so good. My moans become higher pitched as I get closer and closer to the edge. But you stop. “Beg for more.” You order. “What?” I say, completely dazed. “Fucking beg me, you naughty little bitch.” “Please, Tom, please give me more. You’re so. So in the fantasy, I pulled away from his hand, bent down and took in my first penis. Matt sat on the edge of the table and I licked and sucked until his delicious fantasy-load filled my eager mouth. At the same moment, non-fantasy me blew my own actual load onto my chest.I lay there, scooping my cum into my mouth, imagining it was Matt’s, and trying to sort out what this all meant. I had NEVER had a sexual fantasy about a close (male) friend before. The risk of embarrassment always made it. " But Daddy, it's our happy place. We have our holidays there, all together. Don't let her wreck that too!" The tears shone in her eyes.That hurt. After everything she had put the kids through this was another thing eroding their happy memories of us as a family. Just one more thing making them feel that they didn't matter to her. Now, I knew that wasn't the case, but that is not how the children saw it. Once more I saw the pain she was causing them and she couldn't. This was all about her and.