‘Would it be alright if you put your arm around me?’ She said, yes, and we lay there for a bit like that, her hand over my arm and resting just be...ween my chest and stomach. It felt great. Just great. I could feel myself hardening again. And either she smelled terrific or the candle was working overtime. Eventually I said, by now getting some confidence, ‘Let’s turn the other way.’ She shifted and I shifted in almost record time, causing a lot of movement on the bed. She laughed. I laughed. I. I could feel his crotch growing harder, and harder and he finally grabbed my hand and pulled me off the dance floor and to the exit. He dragged me across the parking lot without saying a word until we reached his car. He opened the door and bent me over the seat, telling me to spread my legs apart, which I did of course willingly. Then he guided his fingers over my clit and inside my pussy lips fingering me in a wild way. I could feel my body trembling and melting as I begged him to finger me. When the results came back in, I sat looking at them for an hour. Maybe I was best off living in ignorance, believing he was definitely mine, but there’d always be a nagging feeling… So I opened the letter. And almost choked on tears when I read it was a positive match. My boy was indeed, my boy. Just the thought of him not being, nearly destroyed me. Now knowing he was, had rebuilt me better than ever. A lot of people would sit there scratching their heads saying ‘Wimp husband’ or whatever, a. " And that she did. Three seconds later, Paul' cum spurt into the back of her mouth and she quickly swallowed it all down. It was the best head that Paul had received in a long time. He leaned forward pulling her to him in a deep embrace. "That was so good," he told her. "Thank you." She didn't say anything but remained quiet. Paul leaned back to look at her and noticed a sullen look on her face."What's wrong?" he asked her, lifting her chin up so that she was looking in her eyes. "I swallowed.