As quietly as I could, I carried Dad to the back of the shed and lowered him to the ground. Then I walked around to the front and went inside."Oh my g...d! Oh my god!" Maria screamed. "You're hurt. Oh my god!" I'm fine. Just tired." You're bleeding."I looked down. Dad's blood soaked my shirt. "It's not mine." What happened? I don't—"I put a finger to my lips for Maria to be quiet. I looked over at Mom. She was the same as always. I motioned for Maria to come outside and she followed me."It's. I’m sorry; I’m very mixed up right now.”I steeled myself to ask the important question.“Are you mixed up enough to want me to stop seeing him?”The pause was long and terrible before my husband finally spoke.“Let’s run with it for a while longer, shall we? See what happens?”We kissed long and slowly. Once again I could taste the post-ejaculation flavour in his mouth and presumably he could taste something in mine.“I’m shattered,” I sighed when we finally came up for air.“Need a shower?” he. That possibility made it thrilling for me."Well, the truth is if it would turn you on, it would turn me on" Mark replied. "I think it would be really exciting to watch you having a good time, and if you would like taking a cock like that, then I'd enjoy watching".Hearing him say that sent another shudder through me. I found myself thinking more and more about making this a reality!I sent some more pictures of me and some more messages, and we were getting close to taking the next step. Because. When i was clean enough, he stood me in front of him again and blew me. My cock was harder this time, much quicker, but this time, he didn't let me cum, stopping me just short. He pulled me over him and onto the bed, face down this time and retied my hands...not as tight as before. This done, he positioned himself so that his cock was directly above my backside. NOW I was terrified. I'd heard about this but it only happened in dark alleys and prison cells.The head of his cock pushed lightly.