I had gotten the odd tantalizing glimpse of paradise in the vicinity of the bathroom during times she had overnighted with us but never the works like...this. This was the real deal. Abi faced me and giggled seductively. She had a very smug expression. She cupped her breasts and squeezed them, then reached down and stroked her pussy. She asked me in a soft baby-doll voice if I still wanted to fuck her. I nodded and grunted something unintelligible like an animal. So grovel to me, she said, her. She blurted, “OH — my god, Charles! That’s just so terribly romantic!” She quickly was sobbing, her hand over her mouth in astonishment.Everyone clamored in at Claire’s outburst. A mixed chorus of ‘What’s going on?’ filled the room.“Mom, can I share this story with everyone? You probably won’t believe it or may possibly just write if off to sheer coincidence.”“I don’t completely understand what you are talking about ... you hooked me in — now tell us all, please?” mom responded.“Everybody.. She moved her feet, trying anything to ease the terrible pain deep in her belly as he began to thrust and retreat, slowly at first, then increasing the pace, her feet hardly touching the floor, her neck and wrists taking the weight of her shoulders and his dick and her sex carrying her hips, tears falling from her pained face as she screamed with each thrust,of his regular piston like movement. she was scared he would tear her, disable her, even kill her, her face showed every tiny emotion,. Helene was almost delirious. She had forgotten all about the previous scare and was now enjoying this crazed masturbation by her husband. As for me, I was just standing there... getting wetter and wetter so much so that I started rubbing my own breasts and stroking my strap on as if I was a man, with a real dick! Then Henry seemed to snap out of it... Helene had moaned one too many times and she was on the brink of orgasming! So this was it, this was the moment. He stood aside and motioned me.