And yet ... Lou’s tongue stilled as he looked down at the steaks. He looked back at Beatrice, and breathed in, then out again. He felt like a rank h...pocrite – and then felt a flare of raw, fierce anger in his breast at that thought. Right, it feels like literally anything I do is nothing next to my parents, so, why should I even care?And yet, he needed to tell her.“Lou, you seem disturbed. Are you okay?” Beatrice asked.“What?” Lou chuckled. “Oh dear, am I becoming so transparent?”“Your opacity. Because her breasts showing were just unacceptably too gorgeous.I saw her nipples harden as I mentioned this. This is just what I want.I knew that because little vodka and her coke earlier ,she was definitely going to be uninhibitedI stood close to her so she could smell my aftershave. I was wearing on purpose her husbands aftershave choice,the armani code, whose idea I had stolen from their innocent little muslim bedroom.She was reminded of her husband as i stood there and probably slightly. Especially pizza was awesome and too much creamy. Even orange juice taste became so good. I asked of them about it but they denied the secret. Next day was my off. That day I prepared the meal for all. I was in kitchen and try to make a cake for all. Jack, one of my husband’s friends, who lived with us, came and sat back on floor and pulled my skirt and started licking my wet cunt. He massaged his cock too, he pushed me desk a fucked me hard till cum. Sudden Adam entered the kitchen, he smiled. I went right to work, spreading her lips open and licking her, sticking my tongue inside, licking in a circle cleaning the walls of her hot wet pussy. Tasting the sweet and sours juices of all the men that were inside her last night. She was holding my head down, forcing me to lick deeper. I reached up & started pinching & twisting her nipples as she started moaning, which made me lick harder. I started licking and nibbling on her clit as I could tell she was ready to cum. When she came her.