We tossed a coin to see who would do the face-sitting and Lynne won. I then lay on the bed with my arms outstretched, as she wanted, while she stroked...my breasts and suckled my nipples to help relax me and get me in the right mood. She ran her hand down my belly and into my rather sparse bush. After that she very gently and sweetly fingered my pussy and stroking my clitoris. I felt quite excited by all this expert attention. Eventually Lynne told me that she felt the time was right and put one. I had lost my Daddy. His eyes still look sad. He reaches out and pushes my hair off my face. His touch is soft. My sobbing is slowing down. My heart is broken though. My family now thinks I am just a crazy slut that accused her own uncle of rape. “Baby girl. I apologize to you.” He says.I try to stop crying and look at him.“I am so sorry. I have not been supportive of you at all. You have been going through hell and I have not been there for you. I was angry and I guess every time I. The friends make a lot of suggestive comments. Then I hear, “bitch, you got a fine ass wife, to bad she’s addicted to black cock now.” I speak for the first time that afternoon, and tell them “her being addicted to black cock is not a bad thing. I’ve a small dick, and she’s finally getting satisfied sexually.” They all laugh. Our bull told me to show them. So I stood up and dropped my pants, revealing a pair of pink panties my wife had bought me, which got a chuckle. Then when the panties went. That knowledge that she needed Serena as badly as Serena needed her in that moment. 

She let her hand rest on the knob for a moment, before turning it slowly, so that it creaked a little. She heard a tiny moan on the other side. She grinned. 

She opened the door and walked in at a normal pace, as though she were returning to work from lunch. Serena was lying beside her desk, outstretched on her stomach, staring at Alex, her lips wet from tears and pink around the black gag in her mouth. Her.