”“I don’t want to give you up. I’m still very much in love with you.”“And I love you too, David. I always will. But my love for you means ...anting your happiness. If Jessica is someone who can give you even greater happiness than we have had, then I want it for you as well.”“I’d like you to meet her.”“I’d like that too. Why don’t you bring her to dinner as soon as the two of you can make it and we can get acquainted?”The woman was startlingly beautiful. Jessica was black, her face exotic, her. She wanted his cum over her face and hair and after sucking him for a while took his cock out of her mouth and wanked him until he shot spurt after spurt of cum onto her face and hair. That was yesterday and now Gemma had to go to work. She had trouble concentrating on her job as she kept thinking about the pleasure she was getting from her two lovers. Keiran was only a few years older than her but uncle Roger was old enough to be her father. However the sexy thoughts she was always having was. "His arm snaked around her neck to pull her in for a morning kiss and he moaned softly into her lips as he felt her kiss him back. It was almost surreal, she thought. Cuddling with him in her bed on a lazy morning the night after they'd admitted their feelings for each other. As if to convince herself that he was really there and this was not just a dream, her hands embarked on a stealthy expedition across his body, starting from the chiseled planes of his chest and slowly moving south ... True. "Yes, I am," she said."Do you want to do it here or in the shower?" I asked."You decide Mike," she said. "Here's perfect," I replied. "I want to see you work without a net and drink my piss right here on your couch without wasting a drop." With a bit of a shy smile Claire said, "OK, I want to see if I can do it too." Then patting the couch she asked, 'Where do you want me?"Claire had a futon couch and like most futons the mattress was sliding down the back of the couch. It was about time for.