The moment it fell away, Henderson was at her tits.His mouth was wet and hot and utterly thrilling. His lips closed over one of her hard nipples, and ...he rough tip of his tongue slid across the sensitive, aching point."God, that feels good!" Jane sighed. "Do you know who the last man who fucked me was, Henderson?"He didn t care but he mumbled something that resembled, "Who?" George Houston, the bastard. He fucked me the afternoon of my husband's funeral, and I've felt so guilty I haven't done. I dropped her at the club house and wished her luck, telling her to enjoy herself.Chapter TwoI will now pick up the story as told to me by Jane later that night.She went into the club and was met by Simon who introduced her to Eric the club president, a distinguished looking older guy with a full head of silver hair and a small silver goatee.He looked like a collage professor type and had on a white shirt hanging outside of his black trousers with black loafers on his feet. Simon was very. This fell sent a shivering fell to my spine and i felt soo weak even i just shrugged my body she understood my discomfort and said me not to worry she'll help me in ending this quickly but inside i wanted this fell to prolong but with a exception that we should not get caught or interupted in the middle. She ran her entire hand over my dick for 3 to 4 times and simled looking at it, then my face and then kissing my dick head she slowly covered her lips over my entire dick little by little.. She opened the door with a key, stepped into the house with Danielle, and turned on the light. As she did so, I came into view, standing at the window, apprehension etched on my face.Danielle saw me. She smirked.“Well look who’s here slut. Your sissy husband”Danielle only looked at me blankly. I could only stammer.“D-Dani. W-What’s going on? Where were you? W-W-What are you doing?”“What’s going on is that you have been replaced with someone superior. Your wife has decided she prefers me to the.