‘I hate it when you do that to me Harley…’ It was a lie, but he let believe her that he thought different. ‘Then hate me baby, because I love ...ou and I am going to keep doing it until I am too damn old to get him up. Not that it will ever be a problem with you around. All you need to do is wave that perfect pussy of yours in any direction and he is ready for you.’ She giggled. ‘It’s a good thing I love you Harley, other wise I would hit you. Now shut up and try to get some rest. After that I. “I also wanted his balls free, so I pushed his slacks to his feet. Help me, Carol?”She eagerly helped push his blue baller shorts and boxers to the floor. His heavy balls dropped as his fat eight-inch cock rebounded stiffly. Tanya resumed slow, deep strokes as he stood with his hands behind him. As they watched his foreskin form a collar behind his crown then lurch forward to partially cover it, Sue, Maria, and Carol began tattooing their swelling clits and pressing obvious, slow circles around. I knelt between them a moment, simply looking at her in all her twelve-year-old glory, from her dark red hair on the pillow, to the mounds of her breasts and her red nipples, to her flat tummy and its upward slope between her hipbones to the mound between her legs; a small hill of a mound with a light dusting of dark red pubes. A soft groan escaped my lips, and my dick strained in its skin.Kylee’s face was flushed and her eyes were locked on my erection. She fingered her pussy and opened her. Turns out he had been insecure about this certain co-worker the whole time. He accused me of sleeping with him, and on top of that, letting him fuck me in the ass (something we had never done). I was confused, hurt and angry that he didnt trust me.After staying with a mutual friend for a few days, my husband finally apologized and said that his insecurities had gotten the better of him. He told me he knows how much I love to flirt. He could see the way Antonio would look at me, and caught him.