I began to come, screaming while his cock was in my throat. The vibrations on his cock seemed to be too much for him – he began to shoot cum down my...throat, yelling as he came. I swallowed every drop. He sat up and looked at his wife. Her face was shiny with the juices from my pussy. She leaned down to kiss me, darting her tongue into my mouth. I could taste myself on her and I began to get wet, again. I reached for her pussy, not even realizing what I was doing, and began to rub her clit. The. It had two rooms and one bathroom. All these three lined together. I took the first room and my sister took the second. My dad managed to find a food delivery service so that we can focus on our studies only and not spend time on cooking. After we shifted to our new house, dad left us.I was very happy that I was with my sister. But, deep down I knew that this means I can’t bring prostitutes anymore. Anyways, I was happy as we were very close. We shared all of our secrets. I knew that she was a. That sounds all well and good, but today is a busy day and I don't have the time to take care of your itch. I have stuff to do today and can't today."Now I had a woman who crossed her arms and stuck out her bottom lip at me. This would not end well. "Do you want to meet Ashlee and talk to her?"That caught her off guard. "She's here?" Yes. She is in my bed not feeling well which is why I am out here without her. If you really think you have an itch to scratch, then let's go and meet her and see. . verily..."Yes, Ragnhild," he responds serenely and coolly, gazing and gawping at me in a not so impolite or insulting or unmannerly way. Damn me for that! I feel ashamed and remorseful and conscience-stricken for having been so uncivil and discourteous and ill-mannered with him. Crap. Shit me to hell if you feel like it."Aren't we going back home?" I query him kindheartedly and nicely thoughtful this time around, "I mean we are finished and over with all the shopping and buying things that.