“Spill it” I said, laughing nervously. “Tell me what you want” “Well”, he sighed, “I have always thought Kate was very attractive." �...Kate!” I exclaimed, “Kate, my best friend? That’s who you want to fuck?” Now I was barely containing my jealousy. Kate is gorgeous. Tall, thin with model legs that go on for miles, Kate was perpetually telling me how lucky I was to have married my husband. She had been habitually single, always finding something in her lover that was short of what I had. She. But this man was still loyal to him even years after his death ... why... ? There were many things about her father that she didn't know ... For many years she had seen her father as her symbol of disgrace for putting her life in misery ... She hated her father ... but why... ? Was it because he had caused her to endure the slavery? But she was just like him ... Her skills ... her attitude ... her eyes ... She could remember his charming eyes that had always soothed her when she was only a. All of a sudden she started to shake and she grabbed a pillow. I knew what was coming next. Her body shook and her cum started to leak from around Dick’s cock as she continued to fuck him. She let loose a scream into the pillow. She collapsed onto him and his cock slipped out, her pussy was gaped. I came hugely into my PJ’s as I had nowhere else to cum. I was about to slip back to my room when she moved the pillow. I froze not knowing what she was going to do and didn’t want to get. " War whispers, his skilful long fingers starts thrusting into my wet pussy. He move ms his fingers faster. "This is all mine." He growls. "Mhmm" I moan, feeling the rush of his fingers pleasing me, jolt through my body. I feel his fingertips deep inside me and my throat is trembling to keep my moans back."Too fucking bad, he can't have you because you're all mine," War speaks possessively and it turns me on. It turns me on knowing he is this possessive of me and he wants me this badly, it.