I had almost forgot about Emily while I was doing laundry, making sure to over dry all the skimpy little outfits hoping to shrink them more for the ne...t girls. "you didn't forget about me did you?" Emily spoke in a young, seductive tone. "no I didn't forge..." I trailed off as I turned and saw her. Emily was wearing a small blue halter top, clearly no bra, her 13 year old swelling breasts pointing straight out, almost upward. There was no hiding her puffy and constantly erect. I drew my mouth and lips up and down his shaft with an increasing tempo and driving me deeper onto him with each stroke. It looked like he was using my mouth to masturbate. It was not long in coming.I found myself held tight to him as his cock threw jets of burning semen against the back of my throat. I swallowed as best I could and I felt the guy quivering with pleasure.Then I looked at my poor husband tied there. Now his cock was no longer flaccid. Instead it stood higher and stiffer than I. But he pulled out and pushed me back on to the bed pulled my legs apart ripped my thong off and pushed his hard cock into my pussy it was all I could do from not screaming out with pleasure as my husband was lying next to me oblivious as to what was happening to me,He pumped his cock into me and his pace got quicker I was about to have an orgasm as he really fucked me hard I had no control over what he would do to me,As I was about to cum I felt him explode inside me it was too late now as he. The body turns to me and I feel an arm over my chest and a warm body creeps close to me. As a protective wing I put my arm over her and stroking her back repeatedly until she stops talking, so the silence returns in the bedroom.Her arm across my chest feels warm and I follow with a finger the vertical and horizontal scars on her wrists. Fading wounds of an earlier life, an unhappy life. Although these physical scars fade some wounds remain open. Even if she seek professional help, it takes time.