I stared at it a moment, confused and with a start, embarrassed. My cock was wet because Jean had sucked it... had taken me in her mouth and sucked me...off! I pulled my shorts over my loins in some futile attempt to cover myself.Looking up at Jean sitting in a chair, I stared at her for a few moments. From my position on the floor where I'd slumped in my gray out, I could see her nakedness in the soft, diffused afternoon light. She sat, unashamed, one foot on the seat of the chair, leaning. There was cum every where, on her body, hair, and dripping from her mouth, cunt, and ass. At the end I had her kneel, covered in our cum, and as we stood behind her, she told everyone what a fag her son was and asked the kids at school to fuck him up, alot. It was her idea to finger her sloppy cunt, then eat our cum, on tape, she was completely insane with lust. I even had her beg Tommy, remember the bully, to come and fuck her and beat Donnie, at the end of the tape, as I decided to destroy. Vanessa’s blush deepened, but she managed a reply, “God no.”We all sat in a totally delirious trance of lust and heightened arousal as my wife explored his manhood.After a few minutes of heavy breathing and high blood pressure Mark offered, “Seems like you’re both enjoying this.”Vanessa looked at me with worried, lustful eyes.“Mark, why don’t you give us one minute to talk.” I spoke.“Certainly.” He stood, seemingly unconcerned with the massive tent in his pants as he headed to the restroom.“Do. Around 12:30 AM she started to drop SMS on my number. Just one liner message “I hate you.” She dropped that message 100 times till morning. I didn’t replied back nor called her next day. I wanted to give her some time to think about it.Next day around 7:30 the owner of the Gomati called me. He said that the girl I saw few times in last few days was sitting there in the Gomati since 5 PM. He said that whenever he suggested that he should call you she denied. I rushed to the Gomati and reached.