I don't know what I am going to do. I will definitely lose the house now if I can't sell it in time. And I don't have the savings to last that long." ...eg was nearly inconsolable. Todd sat next to her on the sofa and put his arm around her shoulder. He was getting ready to tell her about his idea but she started talking again before he could utter his first words. "Todd, I don't feel up to our usual routine this evening. You don't have to do any work tonight if you don't want to. I understand. It is odd that Ifelt no guilt but could feel concern that my parents should not know my lovewas only for the love of lovely girl. My thinking here was not that I was inthe wrong and would be discovered; it was that they were in the wrong and thatI did not want to hurt them by making them show they were so very wrong aboutsomething so exceptionally extremely wonderful. It was the last week of term before the three-week break for Easter. It wasfive days after my experience at the Wicked Wench,. I was low enough in the chair that my ass was right at the edge of the seat, leaving me wide open. My legs were up and over each of theirs, the cool air making me shiver. His long black fingers slid down and straight into my soaked pussy. I gasped into my husband’s mouth. His fingers slid down and took up the clit play, while the other guy began pumping thick fingers in and out faster and faster. I could feel juices sliding out of me and onto their hands, pooling down on the carpet below us. I. I couldn't take anymore, at least for a few minutes. I was riding orgasm after soaking orgasm, and my lips, clit and g-spot were so sensitive that they actually hurt a little to touch them. I begged him to stop.He pulled himself out, then the toy, and the slightly painful, but exquisite sensations were more than I could handle, and when he pulled the toy out, a stream of female cum squirted about three feet out of me, and completely soaked us again.I was in sexual ecstasy for the very first.