"Whaaat? ... It's such a shame, you know, that your little friend in there isn't getting the most enjoyment out of this... After all, I believe he's t...e one that wanted this to happen, right?" She asked placing her head under my chin, looking down at my crotch as she moved a little bit away from me to get a better view of it."Alright.... but still.. don't.. touch it.." I shakily replied with nervousness."I knoooow, mister hard, chill" She responded with a teethy smile while briefly looking up. Once we were standing in the kitchen he set my bag down and unsnapped my gold chain and ceremoniously put it in his pocket. He stood for a moment and then without a word kissed my cheek. He looked so disconcerted and sad. Finally he turned and without a word, walked out, closing the garage doors as he passed. I stood just inside the kitchen with my small bag at my feet for the next ten minutes just looking around and fighting tears I did not understand. I was lonely. I felt very alone for the. I took off my blouse and skirt, and paraded in very small panties for him to admire my body, I sat on my husband's lap, I rocked a lot ... and then I started sucking my husband while turning my ass to our friend's side, I was super excited, I wanted to give it to both of them, but my husband told me in his ear that the guy was a voyeur and just wanted to watch. I rode on my husband's dick and rode a lot, from time to time looking at the guy, who had glassy eyes, he didn't miss a thing and with. * I cant take this anymore. *Ive not taken any tablets Byron. I just wanted to talk to you.* He is furious now: *What? I cant fucking believe you. You cant do that to people Rachel.* Im crying now. I want this to end. *I know. Im sorry. I was just confused. *** (GROWTH) I was always scared of being alone. Maybe it was something to do with that whole single parent family thing. I dont know (they blame every fucking thing on broken homes these days). Whatever the reason: I know that when Mum died.