Lauren moaned as she orgasmed continually. Peter continued to play with her nipples and pushed her hands between her legs. Lauren frigged her clit fie...cely as she fucked him. It was almost anticlimactic when Peter finally groaned, and Lauren felt his cock twitch, as he spewed upwards into her. She sagged against him, exhausted. “Oh, Peter!”A few minutes later, the annoying tones from the electronic timer woke them from their post-coital reverie. “Shit,” muttered Peter.Lauren climbed off his. Fury engulfed me as I rammed my fist into the wall before she could even move to react."Jax!" She pulled me away. There was some blood on the wall now. She cradled my hand in both of hers."It's driving me insane," I breathed, seething. "You're here, waiting for him. And he has been fucking some random bitch."She blanched. "On your fucking anniversary." She turned away from me."Shellie," I said, grabbing her chin, and forcing her to look into my eyes. "I can't bear this. You. How can he do this. Er bräuchte mir nicht helfen, da ich eh nicht viel dabei hätte, und das alles in meinem kleinem Auto Platz hätte. Nun stand ich vor der Tür und klingelte, und als ob er schon hinter der Tür gewartet hätte, ging die Tür auf.Er: „Ich hol gleich noch die anderen Sachen aus deinem Auto“Ich bedankte mich und ging in die Wohnung rein, und stellte fest, dass in der Wohnung keine einzige Tür mehr eingebaut ist. Ich dachte, Oh mein Gott, was ist den hier los?Er kam hoch und stellte meine restlichen. "Well there's also this." I wiggled my fingers back and forth inside her and started rubbing up and down on her clit. I felt as if my wife was whipering in my ear telling me how to keep her happy the first time I had masturbated her. "Of course nothing compares to this." I leaned in and replaced my fingers on her clit with my tounge. Well this went way beyond any teaching method, it had gone from hands on to mouth on. And I didn't care at this point. All I knew was I had to make my daughter.