Well, as far as we know there wasn’t. Then Mr Armstrong slowly slid his cock back, then rammed it deep inside me again, I let out moans of pleasure ...s he began to gain speed, feeling him spreading me open each time, it was amazing, I heard him moaning, almost as loud as me at points. ‘Fuck Sarah! This is one tight juicy cunt you have!’ he told me, I knew he just wanted to destroy my cunt with that huge cock, so I told him to bend me over, he did, and as I bent over the desk he rammed it. Hejerked his mouse over towards the cross in the corner, commited toclosing the page and wanting to end his self inflcited suffering, fortonight at least. As he did his finger bumped into a small plasticobject. His eyes gazed down on a tube of mascara his mum had left on thecomputer desk before she had left for work that morning. Art stared atthe tube, for longer than he had indended to. The black and gold of themake up glinted in the cold light of the computer. On the screen theeyes of Jessica. I went again to the toilet and on the way back I looked briefly down the stairs into the living room. I watched as my wife just bewagte across the room when she was seen against the couch and stared transfixed at the young man. His shorts were slipping and his flaccid penis and his testicles were hanging out on the side.I quickly went into the bedroom and did as if I'm already asleep when my wife slipped under her blanket. When all was quiet for a long time was my wife quietly and went down. Idly, I picked up my towel and book then picked my way barefoot across the marble tiles of the kitchen to make myself a salad as an evening meal. It was early Saturday evening and the other parts of the huge house were busy, as the children and grandchildren got ready for their various weekend activities. The west facing part of the house however, had come to be recognised as the 'old farty's' domain and only us 'older girls ' tended to gather there during the evenings. With our children out.