Then I could break in and ... and ... and witness themboth performing undeniable, unspeakable acts .... And take picturesof them. A lawyer would ask i... I had photos, recordings, proof, Iknew that already.All these thoughts rose up immediately after I intercepted thatvoice mail. I was furious! But how could I confirm decisively thatshe was indeed unfaithful to me, so she knew I knew and she couldn'tpossibly deny it? How could I follow her and observe her closely,observe them together, yet not be. She was complexly nude. This fact disrupted my original plan to study the house and it's interior. Instead, I settled for studying Mrs. Compton's posterior, which was, to say the least, world class.I was rewarded in an unexpected way when a stunningly beautiful black woman came out of the house carrying a tray with four cocktails. The tank top she wore was stretched to the limit by her full, rounded breasts. The nipples were clearly defined and appeared to be protruding in arousal against the. Like everything was in slow motion and had this weird hippy vibe to it.Don't get me wrong. I was as happy as fuck. But it was like I was turning into some sort of sex-mad zombie with bad hair. Including our masturbation sessions to collect my sperm, we were now into the third week of non-stop ejaculating for yours truly. Awesome on paper. Completely knackering in real life. At the rate we were going, Mom was going to put me in a hospital and medical science was going to display my dick in a jar. She is getting the excellent pleasure. Ohhhhhhh. What a pleasure it is. Where am I maaama? Am I in heaven. Fuck me maama. Oh. Wonderful feeling. I am your wife maama. You are my lovely darling. Fuck me maama. Now any pain is there? I asked her without stopping my cock pushups in her cunt. Slight pain is there maama. Ohhhhhhhh. But Pleasure is more. Whether it is pain or pleasure, I am not able to understand maama. She said with moaning. Don’t stop it maama. Fuck me. Please fuck me maama. My.