.I faintly hear the front doorbell ring, I wonder who that could be? Shortly afterwards I hear the door being opened, and very faint muffled sounds of...my Mistress's voice and the voice of the mystery guest, I can't pick out any distinct words. I hear the door being shut. There's footsteps towards the living room, and another set of footsteps heading towards the door of my dungeon. I stand at the bottom of the short stairway, looking up to the door when I hear that sound I love to hear, my. Just at that point, john is playing with jennys pussy while she was bent over, her arse sticking up in the air, and I could see john stroking his cock. Just as Jenny tried deep throating my now rock solid thick dick, she choked a little but she kept on going, and choking on my dick, and then she started to moan, and I could hear a slapping sound, and when I opened my eyes, I was watching john fuck the life out of jenny, he was pounding her pussy mercilessly. I could hear the wet slapping. You continue for what seems like hours, you regret not taking the opportunity to do this with your betrothed before she died in childbirth. Because it's the most soothing experience you've ever had.She swaps back-and-forth liberally you run your hand up her legs absently before she places it firmly on her plump rear. Eventually, the flow stops and she lets out a guttural beast-like howl. Breaking away she looks back, some of your spit hanging for her still exposed breast. "You did it, you. Chad was now four years old and very with it for his age. Dave suggested having another child, which I wanted badly as I didn't want Chad to be an only child. So thirteen months later. Kim was born, They looked more like their dad than they did me. Dave soon taught Kim to doggy paddle like Chad.One summer our lives changed completely, I can remember that hot Friday night as if it were yesterday. I was waiting for Dave to come home as we had planned to go out for a meal; Dave had booked the.