She wanted him off her now, still trying to process what just happened, he started kissing her, his tongue probing her mouth, she let him, she returne... the kiss, somehow in her mind the rationalised that he cared then he whispered in her ear," my cock is in you right now, I just came deep inside you, you are mine now, you belong to me, I own you now, so where is my cock" "in me she whispered back" he pushed deep again, he was going soft but wanted to stay, " who owns you you slut" " you do" . “I’ve been thinking about you all day,” said the husband to MIL.MIL sat back, with a glass in one hand and said tell me about it and show me how much you thought about me as she undid a button on her blouse. Jacket and shirt off the PAKI dickhead danced in front of MIL. Her hand reached up and pulled down his zipper, the dickhead undid his belt and dropped his trousers and pants and exposed himself to her, his 5-inch small dick poking out under a flabby belly. What do you think of this. I complimented her on her talents. She just grinned. I grabbed her hand and led her over to the ping pong table.“Want to play Ping-Pong?” I asked. “I’ll pretend you’re a Ping-Pong ball and bang you across the table.”She dropped her pants with a wiggle and took off her thong. I took my pants off and underwear. We both were naked from the waist down. She grabbed the bucket with the paddles and balls. She took a paddle and paddled my butt playfully.“Ouch,” I said. “OK, you asked for it.”I grabbed. There was a roaring noise in her ears that drowned everything else out. She backed away from the door and leaned against the wall. The roaring in her ears was giving her a headache. She needed to go home and take an aspirin and lie down.Melissa went down the stairs and out of the house in a mental haze that seemed to grow thicker and swirl faster around her with every step. She couldn't let herself believe what she had just seen and heard because that would mean it was true and she couldn't.