Hasna was scared but her mom was determined.“It’s okay, baby girl,” she said as she kissed Hasna’s forehead, “it was just an accident. I kno... you’re a good girl and will always be one.”“Thank you, mom,” Hasna said, looking downwards, wiping off a tear that appeared from her right eye with her right palm. With her mom’s reply, Hasna was kind of relieved. Her mom believed she was a good girl and thus her family did the same.She was glad that at least it happened as her family was watching her.. ”“Okay,” I said, sounding unsure of myself.“Just give it a try. You might surprise yourself,” Ms. Saunders said with a smile.What I was unsure about was when I might have the time to do this project. I’d hoped that the workload would taper off before I had to leave at the end of the month.Since we had a game tomorrow, I got out of lifting before practice. I spent my time productively by shooting the shit with the guys. They were amused that I was in a whiny mood about all the stuff I had to do. But Sue’s first words were exactly what I needed to hear. She held my hand and looked deep into my eyes for the first time in what seemed like an eternity.“I love you, Pete,” she said, with emotion crackling like static in her emotional voice. “And to answer your question, my beloved husband, I loved playing the game. I loved knowing how it excited you. And I loved being able to pretend to be Francis’ woman, even just for a few short days.”She kissed me softly, stroked my hair, and took us down. Then, I took it from my mouth and continued to stroke as Stuart shot a couple more loads in my face.There was cum in my hair, all over my forehead, running down my eyes and cheeks like tears. There was cum making my painted lips sticky, and bubbles on my tongue, swallowing the saltiness right down. There was cum slipping down my chin and onto my chest, staining my pink satin lingerie. I had never seen this much translucent white love juice anywhere and now it was all over my face. I really was.