.. it’s me Brian, you didn’t recognize my number?”“I am talking to you on my smartphone, that my mom bought me late last week, Brian. I haven�...�t put in any numbers yet, so I didn’t recognize your number. Sorry!”Claire was still glaring at me.“But I called your home phone, how did it get to you?”“It’s called ‘call forwarding’ dummy ... so what’s happening any way, we are on our way home from a competition. We will be there in about twenty to thirty minutes or so.”“I know you were at a competition. Then she looked up at me and opened her mouth. I saw the pool of pearly white cum in her mouth as she ran her tongue around her lips. She put her lips to mine and forced my spent cum into my mouth. At first it grossed me out but then we started snowballing back and forth and I had tasted my cum before when I was by myself. Pam then suggested that I suck the cock that she was still playing with. That's when I told my wife that we were in the wrong booth that all these cocks were gay cocks. She. You pull me into the bedroom, pushing me against the wall and in between our kissing you let out one word at a time. “You have no idea how badly I have wanted to do this to you.” Needless to say, I melt the second you say this to me. I'm all yours, your little fuckdoll to pump into and sexually manipulate however you want, your coveted bitch. You throw me onto the floor, pinning me down firmly with your hands on my wrists. You kiss and lick on my neck and tug at my earrings. I feel your hands. John stood looking at them silently. He seemed to like what he saw, and he waited until Mary had done hugging Barbra before he spoke again. ‘Got a lot of his photographs about the house?’ he said. ‘No. I have a good many in portfolios, though. I like them, but there are too many war-related ones, and seeing how he died, I cannot get myself to put them up. They would conjure up the wrong kind of memory.’ ‘Tear open half-healed wounds,’ Mary said. ‘Not a good idea.’ John nodded. ‘Yes. Of course..