He couldn't disengage without releasing her nipples and already he knew better than to release them without her explicit instruction. He was, quite li...erally, as speechless as if she had bound and gagged him."When you shower this morning, Bernard, I want you to remove all the hair below your navel. I put a ladies' razor with a couple of extra blades and a depilatory cream in the shower. Marie was kind enough to provide the cream." Her hips began soft thrusts as Bernard's kiss and his fondling. How fucking blind could I have been!I think she must have seen the realization hit me. She was looking at my face when the truth finally struck me. She may not have ever really loved me. But we’ve been together for four years and married for three years. She knows me pretty well. She must have realized I’ve finally figured out her secret and she suddenly looks even more uncomfortable.I get the impression she wants to say something to me. She may have wanted to deny what’s happening right before. If anything, every time it happened, it only encouraged me to flirt more with his son. Aside from still reluctantly sleeping on the same king size bed, him on his side and me on mine, I no longer spent any alone time with Charles. It wasnt that I completely ignored him, but there just was no reason to, no need to pretend like our marriage was still fine. Most of my nights were now split between reading alone and spending time with my son. Sometimes wed be behind closed doors, softly making. Sylvie's pussy was already soaking through her underwear yet somehow, the heat in her cunt increased as she realised something about herself, about him: this was where she wanted to be - on her knees, sucking his cock, wherever he wanted it to happen. She began moving her head, taking her lips to his tip, licking him, then enveloping him again, taking it all. Sylvie could feel the throb of his thick cock quicken as her lips rode up and down his shaft. She moved faster on the bulging slippery.