Her face was white as a sheet and she was staring at a point a couple of feet above me."Vicky. What's wrong?" You need to get up, Val. Bev's here. She...s in the kitchen. It's not good."I didn't get a chance to do or say anything before she slid into the hallway, pulling the door closed after her. She reminded me of someone who had been hypnotized. Or drugged.I threw on a pair of jeans and headed towards the kitchen. Mom and Dad were blocking the hallway. Dad lifted his arms and put his hands on. I rummage around in my bag for the denim skirt I brought as an afterthought, scrape my hair into a short ponytail and slip my pumps on.We find our way down to the restaurant and make easy conversation as we wait for our food to arrive. I’m normally reluctant to eat around people that I don’t know well, but I feel completely at ease with you, and I have also worked up quite an appetite after our vigorous session this morning.As we finish our coffee, I start to feel sad that we will be parting. He pulled up her skirt and yanked her panties right off. He fingered her until her pussy was nice and wet. He pulled down his pants and pushed his cock right up inside of her and thrusted in and out of her pussy quite hard.He held onto her shoulders and whispered naughty things into her ears.“You’re such a slut. Look at my dirty wife getting fucked up against the car. You love this big cock fucking you.”“Yes, Jack. I like your big dick fucking me.”“I like fucking my hot wife.”Jack slapped at. This sent a ripple of panic through his body.Hell no! Not again!He let go of his cock to avoid the impending biohazard eruption. There was no way he was letting the trouser snake spit venom on him again. Reginald took a crisp, white handkerchief from the bedside table and gingerly wiped away the shiny droplet. He got out of bed, carried the cotton square between forefinger and thumb, and dropped it into the waste bin. That wasn't going into his washing machine!Once he'd calmed down, he felt the.