This was one hell of a Saturday.Mary returned. “Sorry. Mack didn’t know I was having a client today. We have a rule that both of us have to know w...en the other is having an adventure.“Mary’s phone chimed differently this time. “This is my husband Mack. He wants to talk to you to be sure I am safe.”“What?”Mary put the phone on speaker. “Hi, honey. We’re here.”“Mark? Hi, this is Mack. Mary says you’re watching Sloane Stephens play. Is she winning?”That’s when Mary’s hand encircled my dick and. ‘Yeah, that.’ ‘Not really,’ I said. Mother looked surprised. ‘Not even a little bit?’ I shook my head. I hadn’t had a moment’s doubt since I began my seduction of her. As far as I was concerned, both of our lives were far better because of what we were doing. ‘Does it bother you a lot?’ I asked her. I was surprised to see her eyes welling up. She swallowed hard and nodded. ‘Some-sometimes…’ she said. ‘…when I’m layin’ in bed at night…it…I think about it.’ I reached across the table, took her. E. Stepdad or simply Daddy now, to fill me with his white juice that was the clear cut evidence of him getting rid of his pressure, but at the same time I didn’t want him to stop being inside me, making me feel what I was feeling. As if he had read my mind, and the conflicting feelings therein, he ended my conundrum as he pushed into me with a substantial force while his cock started pulsating and pulsating there far inside me. Subsequently, I felt how copious amounts of his white, sticky. I could have taken advantage of her of course, but I didn’t need to; even though I hadn’t actually had girl on boy sex for a couple of months, I knew now that I was good at it and had no need to take a drunken girl into the bushes. She was mortified the next day. She wouldn’t come to the phone, I went round. Her dad was not happy, he thought I’d got her drunk. After some diplomatic explanations (‘I think someone may have spiked her drink’ - not true - ‘why would someone do that’ - pretty bloody.