Like you've never been fucked before!" Oh, Ron... please... don't make me do that! I-I've never... ever..." No! But you sure as hell learned to suck c...nt... haven't you? Do you like cunt... better than cock... ?"God! He knows! "Oh, Ron..." she sobbed. "I love you... and I-I want only you... ?" Then do as I tell you, God damn it!"She knew then that somehow she would have to prove her real and abiding love for her husband... and to do that... she would have to do as he said. With trembling hands,. ‘I had to see you.’ The maid appeared and Rita asked her to bring coffee and scones for them and then leave them alone. They chatted about her parents and the Church until the coffee was poured and the French doors were closed. Frank looked up at the picture again. ‘Your wedding portrait is beautiful. Who is the child?’ Rita’s hand shook as she set her coffee cup down. ‘That’s my daughter.’ She didn’t elaborate, or even mention her name, but Frank knew. Suddenly the doors flew open and her. Aware of where i was ..even asking if i was comfy..Was it me reading things that weren't there? or was it the sun and alcohol making her unware of how she sat. Either way my delight was causing my heart to race, hormones to surge and my cock to ache.After a few minutes she told Clare to change places, Clare seemed a little unsteady but was loving the attention from m*m.As i lay on the floor and Clare settled into the chair i was rewarded with a clear view of her pussy! My cock was aching , but. He felt slightly nervous, hoping that whatever he'd just taken wasn't some illegal drug, but he trusted Carly not do something like that to him. Within a few minutes, he began to feel a warmth spreading through his body. It felt a little like when he was drunk, but it didn't quite seem to go to his head much. Quickly, he began to feel himself getting hard again. He felt horny. Very horny. And from the look on Carly's face, she was obviously feeling very horny as well. Philip knew.