I waited, my legsstill wrapped around his broad back, content to lay under him, full of hiscock and cum until he wanted to move.I had left Jay's apart...ent after our last evening together listeningto him chuckle as I carefully took smaller steps than usual to give myabused hole as little further pain as possible. Jay had fucked me threemore times over the course of the next several hours, taking longer andlonger each time to shoot his cum. My ass was sore and hurting and I hadbegged him several. She opened wider offering me full access.My other hand's fingers began tracing softly around her pussy, not on it, not yet, that would happen soon but not yet."Oh, my pussy, touch my pussy, rub me there, god, Kyle, put your finger in, please, I want you to, I want to cum, oh, so bad," she pleaded. I knew it was going to be good.But I wasn't ready yet even if she was. So, I teased her pussy some more, several minutes more as she wriggled and groaned and humped at my touches. She was wanting. "Tell me its okay to say I love you," she begged. She gave me an intense look as she said, "I love you, best friend's husband."She followed her words with a quick and relatively chaste kiss. She turned to my wife with the same intense look, but it quickly broke into a happy smile."I love you so much, Wifey," she said in a tone that implied that her emotions were true, but that the name was a tease."I love you just as much, Sister Slut," my wife laughed, but her smile faded as she looked at. I sat on the bed of room 823, my new home, reflecting on the strangehappenings of the trip to Coastal Shores.I had tried to feign sleep so that my father wouldn't ask me questionsand realise that something was up when I knew none of the answers. Myfather, however, had no interest in my faux exhaustion, and instead tookto grilling me about my plans for this semester.But every time he asked me something that I didn't know the answer too, Ifound memories of the answer forming in the recesses of my.