Missy was still in the bathroom screaming.Sometimes when disaster occurs we do odd things. I stripped thesheets off the bed and took them to the laund...y and ran the washer,wondering what I could do to save my marriage, if indeed it couldbe salvaged.I started dinner. Missy was still weeping, now in our bedroom. Icalled to her, "Honey, I'm starting dinner." Truly odd, ourresponses to stress.She answered, "Who gives a fuck?"I kept quiet. Dinner was quiet and strained, very strained. I triedto make. . Her face reddened again thinking back to her realizing this was forbidden. Highly forbidden. She remembered thinking, “this must be what heaven feels like,” and smirked. For weeks Ava and Anna had spent roaming the fields and discovering each others bodies, creating new secrets every day. She plucked a straw of grass and let it tickle her nose. She had used a straw of grass once to tickle Anna as well, but not under her nose. Anna lay hidden in the long grass, naked on her back. Ava had sat. I felt tingling bolts of pleasure coming from my pussy and I looked down to see Billy feasting on my clit. His tongue was a frenzy of flicking and the tingles were shooting through me. I gasped with pleasure as the ripples of joy fired through me again and realising I was awake, Billy lifted my legs and pushed them back. His tongue them moved down and I felt him pushing it deep into my ass. This was the first time anyone had explored there and almost immediately I felt an orgasm rising in me.. “Sure, son. Have a good time.” Then he winked at me.I grabbed a jacket and my laptop and fled. At least he hadn’t brought up the subject of the video and the FBI interest.The Antonovs aren’t mega-rich but they’re a lot better off than comfortable. Mr Antonov is a high-powered safety engineer and travels all over the country. I never knew when he’d be at home but, unusually, he seems to be there more during the week than at weekends. The barrel-shaped Mrs Antonov was a stay-at-home mother, but.