"My husband is on his way up, I forgot we are having lunch." she said in a hurry, scrambling to get decent."Shit." Dirk said, straightening himself up...as Mrs. Jensen used her torn panties to wipe the boy's cum from her face and chest.Dirk cleaned himself up, stuffed his cock back in his pants and began to reorganize Mrs. Jensen's desk.She finally wiped herself clean, tossing her used panties in the trash; Dirk helped her to her feet. She looked down at Dirk's cock which was still semi hard and. Watched her games. Cheered her on. Talked to her. Walked her to class. Carried her books. We became high school sweet hearts. After college, we married. I'm the only man to ever see her naked. The only man she ever slept with. That would change before 2020 came to an end.We built a good life. Great careers, big house, money in the bank, wonderful kids. But there was always something missing. We were always more like friends had lovers. It was him that she always wanted. He was the. I was at the beach I had to run back to get ready, as soon as I reached home. I had to shave my beard and my entire body. which was silky soft.I took a shower after I was back from my shower, I started to apply body lotion, then started to wear the lingerie and wore a pretty good dress.I started to apply foundation, cream, blush and lipstick and of course Kajal. I looked into the mirror was quite shocked to see me dressed so nice.By then he came on to meet me he was super excited to see me and. She was still afraid to spell out that damned name, but her son had the right to know, and she had to take that weight off her shoulders and let him carry the burden from now on, until he could put it to rest. So she opened her mouth and mumbled ‘Vvvv…vvv…vvv…’ but she couldn’t bring herself to say it. She looked for a piece of paper to write it down. She grabbed the groceries list and wrote it down, Vincenzo Della Morte. He looked at that name, but it didn’t ring any bells. Nonetheless he.