Your husband… your husband passed while… sharing company with one of them. I did not react and mentally figured that made sense. I wanted to send ...er a thank you card for fucking that bastard to death. I was free of him, I did not think of money or anything else, only that I was finally free of him… and far sooner than I dared dream possible, and in a manner that meant my family was safe. Thank you Sgt. Martin for telling me that. That also could not have been easy. I will change to come with. She positioned it upwards with her face and mouth, and then knelt over it, and pushed it in herself, to stop his cum from leaking.She then waited, still in her blindfold, drooling from her mouth.After some time, she could hear Ben sitting up on the bed. He unfastened her ring gag, and she moved her aching jaw. He pulled her on the bed by her collar, and laid her on her back.--- "So, you were right." --- he said.--- "About what, sir?" --- she answered, not able to look at him in her. “Well, what do you think Michael? Does that deserve to be the last number of the evening?” Sarah said, as Michael was still emotionally silent.“Oh my Fucking Goodness, you two,” he blurted and quickly realized his gaffe and said, “I am sorry, but that was, I—I don’t have words for that, that’s how good that was. Amazing—the most outstanding piece of dancing I have yet to see in my lifetime just happened in front of me. Did you guys really take twelve hours to learn that?”“Something along those. ” She adopted a pouty tone, “After all, I am your mother, and mothers and daughters should share everything.”Ashley and Christy laughed. Christy said, “Do you want to take a break for dinner. The pizza should be here pretty soon – Deb and I are doing the door while Ash and Marcia help pay or carry the boxes.” She looked at Lisa and added, “If you want to play our game you might want to clean up slightly or hit the pool.” I nodded; the generous donation of cum I’d left in Lisa’s pussy was.