Sliding my finger in and out slowly, working up a rhythm in her hips. When I felt her dripping onto the palm of my hand, I used my free hand to slide ...er panties to the side and adjusted myself to scoot between her legs.She gasped from the cool air tickling her wet lips, and I held my mouth a few inches from her and breathed warm air onto her wetness. She smelled like the beach, and I was intoxicated with the warmth and perfume of her, but I held myself back until she relaxed around my finger.. Of course if you ask her she always says the same thing. She says, "It wasn't her fault it was all just a mistake."The worst thing about it is that she was supposed to be the person I'd spend the rest of my life with. She was the woman I loved more than any other person on God's green earth. She was my wife, the mother of my children and I'd always thought; my soul-mate.My sun, my moon and my entire world centered on June. Maybe that was a bit too much responsibility to place on one woman's. ?She never really did figure out why he’d asked her out in the first place. She had stayed out of the dating and party scene after her one bad experience. There was nothing feeding the gossip mills about her and she had faded back into the woodwork, grateful for the low profile and lack of attention. But that night as she lay in bed, her tight, fit teenage body was still processing all the adrenalin it had produced during her winning effort earlier that day. Those good feelings were still. “I only told you the unfettered truth.” Brushing her hair aside, I whispered, “You faggot whore.” Brock thrusted into Elena, and Elena thrusted into me. We cried out, our joined bodies sticky with the hot nectar between our squishing bellies and breasts, sullying our flesh as we sullied our insides. Elena’s penetrating drives were propelled by the orc behind her, blasting her crotch against mine, burying herself to the hilt in my depths. She was smiling as she was fucked, the darkness pervading.