I wasn’t particularly bothered about that – the vehicle could be recovered and the garage would sort out the problem – but I was stuck fifteen m...les or so from my parents, and forty-five miles from my appointment in Sheffield. What to do? “I need to be in Sheffield in a couple of hours. I don’t suppose you have a spare helmet in that box, do you?”“As it happens, yes. And yes, I’m heading for Sheffield, too. Um ... if ... um ... you’d like a lift...”“Really? I’d love a lift, if you don’t mind.. She couldn’t do it. She couldn’t do it, but she also couldn’t handle the consequences if she didn’t. She needed this game to be over. She had to trust in Him. It would be over soon. Her phone buzzed.“What are you doing? You’re seriously going to play some game on your phone while we’re talking?” Jake was getting irritated.The message simply said, “Do it now.”“I don’t want to,” she whispered.“Don’t what to what?” Jake was staring at her as her hands fell to her sides. Her shoulder slumped again. I just stood there looking at my wife. She was laying on the bed, legs spread wide, not even bothering to cover herself. The cum was pouring out of her open cunt, and her black cunt hair was wet and matted. A puddle was forming on the sheets as the cum ran down the crack of her ass. Her eyes were closed, and her flushed chest was heaving up and down. She had never looked so beautiful. My wife lay before all of us, a used cum filled slut. Teri stopped sucking Jason long enough to say, "Boy,. . . such was myexcitement; at last it found its goal. My cunt-tubeyielded submissively to this terriffc thing . . . suchavenous zest! He assisted my hand, in fact, he pre-vented my hand from making his instrument driveinward with fierce, cunt-ripping force. With the skillof a master he slowing, gently and almost painlesslydrove his big Bertha home.As it tunnelled its way in and in . . . God, the plea-sure was great!I now realize how much I could have spoiled mypleasure had I been allowed to do.