"Tears filled her eyes and she lowered her head. "I'm neither kind nor loving, and I'm afraid my soul is tainted by wickedness."Henry lifted her chin ...o that he could again look into her eyes. "Believe me, there is no wickedness in you."She sobbed and pulled him close to herself. "You're wrong, I'm terrible. I never loved my husband. Oh, he never knew, our parents never knew, but I knew. Our marriage had been, more or less, by our parents. I never had much say in the matter. I should have been. It’s odd as I sipped my champagne and watched this man walk about the guests chatting with this one and that. I wondered if I could get away with fucking him and not losing my best friend. It’s not as though you can say hey Izzy I want to fuck your dad or would you mind if I did. I mean she was really into sex maybe she might not mind.It’s something to think about though, if ever I can find a way to perhaps broach the subject. In the mean time I saw that young officer in his whites and just as. Then, suddenly, as soon as it started, it was over. I could feel his legs buckle & then feel him shooting an incredibly huge load of his teenage American cum deep inside me.I felt him sliding down off me, gasping for air, until he collapsed in exhaustion on the floor. Now it was time to show him his place...I pressed my heel hard down onto his heaving chest saying, "Get up, get dressed & get down to Starbuck's & get me a Frappuccino! Now, bitch!!" Yes, Miss Jardaly," he said, grovelling kissing. I let mom swallow everything, stroking her neck as her head kept bouncing. It felt strangely comforting that she did that, I don’t know why. All of this was so strange and unexpected, but this had been my first orgasm with a woman, although I wasn’t so sure your own mom actually counted.“You have to warn the girl about that,” mom said. Her hands were now resting on my thighs and I felt her naked breasts against my legs as she moved. “It’s only polite.”“I’ll try to remember,” I said, thinking.