He was raping her without even touching her. She felt sick and tried to shield herself in her mind and find shelter in the memories of her life but e...ery time she tried to do it, the thrusts intensified and the increased pain brought her back to her current reality.This went on all day and she thought she was going to pass out, she even begged for it in her mind, but she stayed awake and fully aware of everything that he was doing to her. Then, when he was finally done with her, the fire went. “That’s how you’re so relaxed with her. And she’s so relaxed with you.”“Yes.” I found I was smiling a broad smile. “My wife is onside with it...”“I suppose I was making that link - you know, that I didn’t think you’d cheat ... God. I feel like I might go les for her myself!” She hesitated. “Shall we go and look?”I nodded and she led the way out. The bedroom door was open, so we just stood in the doorway, each leaning on one side. Zann’s tights were on a chair already.“What’ve you got?” she was. ”“For what?” she asked.“Sleeping with Gwyneth. For sleeping with Gladys; it’s not worth damaging our relationship for.”She laughed and leaned against me. I put my arms around her slight frame, basking in her forgiveness, my nose in her white hair, breathing her in.“This is what I really like.” I told her, “Just being with you.”“It’s what I like too.” She said, holding my hand. “You’re a young lad, and you have your needs. I never felt right about stealing your youth, you know that. I don’t mind. . time to give up that pussy,” I cooed, starting at his mesmerizing tool for a moment before succumbing to the temptation to lick their combined copious juices slowly from his well-veined stalk. All the while, he carefully looked down, observing me enthusiastically cleaning his cock. Feeling emboldened, I eventually closed my eyes, opened wide, and engulfed as much of his manhood as I could. Entrapped by the lure of his magnificent tool as my wife’s cunt had been, I concentrated on the feel of.