” “Okay, Mrs. Clark,” Kayla said. “Is everything okay?” I asked Kayla. “Yes, I better go now,” Kayla said. “I spent last night with Ma...t and didn’t go home, and that’s why Mom is angry with me.” “Did he fuck you good?” I asked, wanting the details of how my best friend fucked with her boyfriend. “I came three times,” Kayla said. “I will tell you more later. I have to go now,” she teased me. “Okay,” I said and Kayla left. After a few minutes Mom called me downstairs to have dinner. Ryan was. I was desperately waiting for the night. And I was sure that something is gonna happen. That day he was sleeping in our bedroom. And I was in adjacent room. It was about 11 p.m. When all lights were put off. And the real night had to start though. My mother-in-law was in her sleep. I sneaked into his room through an adjacent bathroom. Which has door from either side. And I had opened both doors according to my strategy. I awakened him and immediately he put his arms around me and pulled me onto. I’ve seen bbc before, but this was really big and billed as a 9‑incher. OK, only nine inches I hear you say, but it was the thickness. Wow! Rephrase that, Ow!They gave me some lube and for obvious reasons, I used loads. Back to the story.Paul (now my husband!) was tied to a chair because he owed money. Simon was the debt collector. The scene started with a little dialogue to give it context where I called Paul an arsehole for getting into debt.Simon told me to take Paul's trousers off and. ‘Perhaps,’ I admitted, slipping my hands down the front of my wife’s body, rhythmically squeezing her ample feminine swells through the flannel shirt. ‘Then again, perhaps now.’ Anya purred again, practically melting as I manipulated her chest. Briefly, her hands covered mine, causing me to squeeze a little harder. ‘But I also like your stomach,’ I added, slipping one hand down to her belly, briefly dipping a finger into her navel to cause Anya to giggle quietly. ‘But you apparently REALLY.