Her fate seemed to depend upon the outcome of a tough conversation. Marcy Murray had the detonator in her hand as she looked out the window of the far...house at her husband’s true love. When her husband, John, arrived home, there would be decisions for him to make. His answers could determine the direction of an explosive ending.Earlier That WeekFor a Sunday in April, it was pleasant and warm at the Murray’s farm in central Ohio. The smell of spring flowers filled the air to Marcy’s delight.. They say the best defense is a good offense, so I increase my rimming intensity, physically lifting Jessica up by pressing my face hard in her ass. She responds as I had hoped, forgetting about sucking my dick for a moment, and focusing only on the pleasure I am giving her by eating her ass. Just in time, too, because I was about to cum in her mouth; I want to savor this orgasm, and I am something of an expert in delayed gratification. Jessica is now sitting straight up, ass in my face, hands. Her mother was talking with an acquaintance a few feet away. The child turned to her parent. "Momma, they're playing that wedding song again."The mother beckoned to her daughter, "Come away from the doors, Dear. It isn't nice to do that." But Momma, they're playing that song again. Are they having another wedding?" No, Dear. Of course not..." I don't hear anything," the other woman said as she walked closer to the doors."She has exceptional hearing," the mother said. "Sometimes, embarrassingly. I want you," he said. Ash didn't know what else to say. She understood everything about him, to the point were he didn't need to take the extra steps to explain himself. Iris didn't need an explanation. He gently pushed her against the apartment wall, taking note of how relaxed she was becoming. She would let him do anything to her. His body instantly responded, the logic of it all slipping away with the start of a flexing down into his groin. She didn't even hide her wide eyes, her eager body.