It’s only natural that you would want to right the wrong, even after all these years.” “Yeah, I’m sure you’re probably right, I just wish we...had never started that stupid conversation.” We talked a little more but I wanted to get off the subject so we said our good-byes. I fixed some lunch for myself and tried, again, to get Pete out of my head. The next day, as I look back on it now, was the day I made the worst judgment call of my entire life. I was just making some lunch for myself when. Upstairs on the third floor were Mistress Sonja's bedroom, aguest bedroom, two bathrooms and dressing rooms and off Mistress'sbedroom my little bedroom. My room was not more than a small closet andcontained my small, hard bed and built-in drawers. And not much more.The house was situated on a side street so it was much quieter that oneimagines New York to be.The duties were as before with Mistress Beverly. Except I was almostnever used sexually. Mistress Sonja had several lovers so She only. She said first time someone touch my pussy. She is in seventh heaven. I started finger fuck her. As she is virgin, cannot take my dick directly. She started moaning. I enjoyed. I applied coconut oil on my penis and insert her vagina. After many trouble I insert into her. She started crying. She is saying I am dying. I hardly have my 2 inch in here. I push further and further into her. After some time she is enjoying and moaning. She saying pls fuck me harder, faster and deeper. Once I put. ”I smiled, “Maybe he just misses his daddy!” I told her as I went to fetch my son for some cuddles.He wasn’t wet, so I just brought him back to the bed and laid him on my chest, hoping he’d go back to sleep. He cooed then flashed, “Mama too, mama too“, again.I thought he might be hungry and transferred him to Mary’s waiting bosom. He took her nipple into his mouth, but after just a few seconds, pulled off and was trying to reach for Sarah. “Mama too, mama too”.Mary begrudgingly transferred him.