I looked away, trying not to get upset.“Amanda?” she said. “I’m sorry. I’m just being careful.”“Fine”, I said, sullen.“Come on”, s...e said. “Don’t be like that, sweetie.”She was right. I was being ungrateful again. She’d been very generous to me, and the extra SIM cards seemed overcautious, but kindly meant, and they might come handy one day. She didn’t have to make me feel like a little child, though.“Don’t call me Mandy again, please?” I said, with a tentative smile. “Not in public, at least?. She removed the g-string and made me rub the custard and pudding on her cunt. Then she made me lick it off her choot and put it into her mouth. The changed Sushma, made me put the desert on her pussy, from the bowl, using my mouth, and after licking her slit, to transfer it to her lips.The last lick happened. And the last lip transfer was done. She hugged me close, Oh Kumar, Kumar, she spoke, tenderly. My slave, you were so good, my darling Kumar.She tasted of the dessert, and the rum, sweet on. "Mom, what happened? Daddy? Are you two ok?" "We're fine, Sherry," Glen answered. "Why don't you go wait in your room, and we will be there in a bit. We have some things to tell you, but we need to talk to Davey, first." Confused, and more than a little afraid, she went up to her room. What was the trouble? Did they have a fight? Was Daddy leaving Mom ... leaving us? Was someone sick? Dying? Dead? Whatever it was, it couldn't be good. Not if it left Mom looking like that. They slowly went up to. He had felt my thick rod penetrate a part of him that many men would never surrender. He couldn’t unring that bell. No matter what, the three of us would know that he had yielded his virgin asshole up to another man. In front of his own wife, no less.“Oh ... FUCKING HELL!” Jessica screamed now as I bottomed-out inside her not-as-tight bum now.The fact that her husband was now balls deep inside her dripping wet cunt didn’t hurt matters, either. She was very much filled and stretched out, too,.