Would she have screamed? Did she scream in New York? Kayko ripped me from my thought and kissed me with all the passion she had. She licked her climax...off my lips and our tongues played a game in her mouth. And I am sure she won. We split after minutes. “Now let me try this dress.” She said and tried to find back to a cold voice. But she still sounded hot and- well- like a woman who had just had an orgasm. I sat down on the bench in the dressing room and fished her hot pants from the floor. I. Every time Traci and I made love, this is what encompassed my brain. Him fucking my wife.As time went on, I got to know Tre better at the gym. I was kind of becoming his mentor as I was about 20 years older than him. I would give him advice on his job, career, and other financial things. One Friday night, on the way home from work, I decided to work out since Traci and I had nothing planned for the night other than hanging out with the k**s. I figured a good workout would take away the stress. The bottle was half full by the time we made the switch, and would be completely filled to the brim by the time we emptied her second breast. My cock was straining painfully against the fabric of my shorts – I felt like I was going to explode any second. This was too unreal; I could not believe that I had sat here pumping my stepmother’s breasts…Eventually we were finished. I removed the pump from her breast and tucked her tits back into her bra, pulling her shirt up and removing them from my. ” “No slave and master play till tomorrow morning.” I told her this because I like to give some time in between to relax and reenergize. Liz looked at me from a moment, not knowing what this was. I told her it was okay and that I was not trying to trick her. Liz walked over and told the robe from my hand and put it on.“Well thank you, sir” Liz replied.“Call me Zack” I told her.“Ok sir, I mean Zack” “Well if you want to any time during this intermission to tell me to do something, it’s alright”.