His breathing became harder and harder as he thrust his dick back and forth rapidly in her mouth. The feel of her pleasure giving tongue against his b...ner and the warm wet sensations of her mouth and lips drove him wild.He yelled, “Yes, Yes, Yes.”His first big cum gush erupted into her mouth, followed by a steady stream of dick cream. He was breathing very hard and stopped his mouth fucking hip movement. My wife went up and down; up and down on his cum spewing dick, swallowing and using her. As they left the restaurant, he found himself putting his arm around her waist protectively, maybe to show the guys that she wasn't available. His mother looked at him with a smile and actually moved closer until he could feel her hip brushing his. His face turned red but he kept his hand around her waist, enjoying the warmth of her skin under the silky material of her top. When they arrived home, Allison gave Chris another fashion show. She was like a teenager, trying on each of her outfits. I was torn up inside. I knew that the things I said upset her, causing her to say things that only upset me more. I didn’t know what to do as I sat alone on the couch. Should I apologize? I knew apologies to her were only kindling on the fire. I was also hurt as well, should I demand an apology from her? She had said some things that really tore me up. I was upset, sad, confused, and now I was alone. The sofa seemed enormous and frigid without her. It took me a few minutes, maybe even twenty. "You're kidding, right?" No, not at all. Remember those shards you saw, when you burst through the Antelope Freeway channel?" The ones that chopped up the corn plants? Yeah, sure. So?"Jim frowned. "You would get the same reality contradictions with what Kyle and Brianna did. A ruptured slip-channel filled with shifting reality potential. Except in their case, our case now, the shards were not contained in a slip-bubble as they were on Antelope Freeway. You had classical-level counterfactuals.