"How could she? How could she let that man fuck her! I told her that dressing the way she does, she's asking for it!" Harold was angry now; his voice ...aised."I saw her underwear and her skirt in those plastic evidence bags; they were soaked! The asshole must have come on her; so imagine how much of his stuff she must have had inside of her! Christ!" Harold's disgust was evident."Mister Bouvier; he had a knife, your wife probably saved herself from severe injuries by not fighting or resisting. They were delicious as she had been sure they would be. Wanting to get every drop that had trickled out, she began with the shiny spots on the insides of Hillary’s thighs, reveling in the flavor and the satin-smooth texture of the teenager’s skin. From there, her tongue went to the crotch, and Jill licked up the nectar as it dribbled out of the beautiful pink hole that was its source. From what had been done to her already, the young woman’s body was squirming in joy, and she was cooing. " So what are you saying? If all I have to do to get back totogether with you is say I'm sorry, then darling I'm sorryfor being a dumb fuck and missing our anniversary. I stilllove you." Just saying it won't get it done, you have to prove it." Well, how can I do that?"With a devilish look in her eye, she said, "Meet me at myapartment tonight at 7:00 sharp and we will see just howsorry you are."Not knowing what to expect, I arrived at her apartmentpromptly at 7:00. I found a shoe box with my. I would not be long now, as I fucked her deep and hard.I looked out the window as the hapless gardener drove his machine up and down the lawn as I drove my cock into his wife.My cock seemed to get even harder as I watched him while I fucked his wife. She moaned beneath me as I felt my balls send their load on its way.I began to come, spurt after spurt of hot cum pumped deep inside her as I cried out with the ecstasy. Every muscle in my body screamed out as I thrust into her as each spurt sent.