The worst thing, though, is that I really loved himbefore he began to think of nothing but work. I still dolove him I guess, and that’s why for ...5 years I neverthought of cheating on him. I always thought everythingwould be all right if he’d just think of me sometimesinstead of how many bulldozers he can sell to the bigaccount in Idaho!Anyway, when I told him I was getting bored and neededsomething to do during the day (he doesn’t want me towork; he says he makes more money. A few days later I was in the neighborhood and decided that I'd stop in the sex shop. The same lady was there and to my surprise she remembered me. I was greeted with a big hug which was pretty cool because she had a set of tits worth writing home about."Gonna come to work?"I still wasn't ready to say one way or the other, so I stood there like a block of granite and she kept the smile on her face. She had a lovely mouth and once I started thinking about mouths I could feel my cock getting hard. He still instigated him to fuck rubbing his penis in my pussy wall to give me maximum pleasure .His cousin did as he dictated moving his body in such a way that his penis is rubbed in my pussy wall asking him to hold the base of his penis to enforce the thorough rub. By this I ejaculated profusely bathing his penis and my cunt labia and around but excess juice run down to my perineum and anus and made my buttocks gummy wetting the bedsheet also. But the movement of the penis was accelerating .. Flipping the page I stopped, SweetMolly, I thought, the guy had moved atop the female, his penis clearly in her face, but, but, she was obviously holding in her hand one very large penis as well. I sat blinking at what I saw there in front of me. No I thought...it can't be, oh my, this is wrong. I flipped the page, her face covered in splooge, her hand also showed the telltale sign of sperm oozing over "her" fingers she lay half turned towards the camera, satisfied look on her face, smeared.