...."Really?" was my response. I leaned in for a better look, only to get busted by Sandy, who looked up just at the wrong time for me. :(Ken was mesm...rised, and soon started to get wood!I said, "what are you doing?", to which he replied, "she's watching" with a huge grin on his face."No way" I said, and leaned in again to see if he was telling the truth...Sandy was sitting there, waiting her turn to play a card, legs opened, and a sheepish grin on her face. I didn't back away this time.She. My knees were shaking as I went up the steps. I was about to fuck an 18-year old k** with a huge cock, in front of my husband who, at least for now, would be our submissive cuckold. My husband said later that it was a huge turn on watching me go up the stairs, knowing what was in store.I found the room where Mark was. It was a guest suite. Large with its own bathroom and sitting area. He was sitting on the couch. I went to him and sat down. We started making out. His hands were all over me but. It was easily the best, most intense, toe tingling, leg stiffing, cunt dripping, mind numbing orgasm I had ever experienced. Pleasure pulsed through my very being and I knew in this brief moment of euphoria, what Heaven feels like: a brief moment of acceptance of what I had just done and what I knew I would be doing over and over. My orgasm finally done, no nook or cranny untouched by his assault, I begged my son, with his fingers still in me and his mouth still devouring my clit, "Please stop. Somewhere close, an owl hooted and Grace saw fluttering in a nearby tree. She watched, fascinated. How different to London.London. She’d had enough of London. The constant bustle, stress, Jason… She paced the room, picking up an empty wine bottle from the nightstand. She thumbed the candle stump stuffed in the neck, melted wax tumbling over the glass like the frothy water of Swallow Falls. “Alcohol,” she murmured. She wasn’t sick of London per se and Jason hadn’t done anything wrong; alcohol.