The next moan was more like a scream, she was on the verge of coming. I couldn't leave her like that, so I pressed my dick against her clit. That did ...t, moans, screams and wild bucking. She was coming, stronger than I'd ever seen her before. Then she was still.I hugged her, waiting for her senses to return. Her eyes opened slowly and she stretched herself, her smile was 100 proof knockout, god I loved her. Then she kissed me and hugged me back. We didn't say anything. There was something very. Mark was just happy to have somewhere to live that wasn't a converted garden shed. He'd previously been staying with other relatives but was over the moon to be in an apartment. Younger than Katie by one year, he'd turned 18 a month ago. Taller than his cousin at 180cm, he was strongly built in comparison to her small frame but shared the same Fletcher trait of dark brown hair and matching brown eyes. He was in his second semester of university but went to a different campus than Katie."What. Parking the car in my driveway I got the bags out of the boot andwalked up to my front door; the bitch better be ready for me or therewould be big trouble! I needn't have worried; she was sat demurely onthe sofa dressed as I had expected her to be. I put the bags on thefloor and she looked at them nervously; I could see her trepidation asshe wondered just what she would be wearing tonight?"Hello princess," I said cheerfully."Hello Sir," she mumbled in reply."Well come on, welcome your man home. As soon as I got on my knees, I knew the game - I’d recognised my husband’s shoes. Paul was hiding in the black outfit. “Get his cock out,” Amy instructed. I could do this with my husband. It was strange and exciting but reassuring to know that he was part of it. When had he come back? When had he set this plan in motion? Undoing belts and buttons, I finally released the eager lump of flesh within. It wasn’t my husband’s cock. I felt sick with shock as it sprang up in my face. It was big;.