I was so hard by this time that it was starting to hurt and knew I needed to cum. I pulled my fingers out of her and stood up.“Bend forward, palms a...ainst the shower wall,” I orderedOnce she was in position, I spread her cheeks and then took my cock, rubbing it over the opening of her pussy, just barely pushing it in, feeling her pussy trying to clench onto it and pull me in farther. By now Jasmine was moaning and dripping pussy juice down her thighs. I inched myself in a little more as I. “Did you find out how Mom is?”“Jeffery, I did. I just got off the phone. Do you know who I am?”“I think so. Uncle Mike talks about his daughter who is very pretty. He called us this afternoon and said you were coming to take care of us until Mom got home or he could get here. He was notified about the accident Mom had by the police.”“Your Uncle Mike is my Dad and I’m tickled to finally meet you. He is going to call me in a little while to make sure I got here okay. Why don’t you two go to bed. When we filed into the room, I had hung back so I wouldn't have to talk to anyone. I was still pissed at having showed-out like I did. I ended up in the back of the crowd, peeking around a guy so big that he probably hadn't even noticed I was behind him.When Cohen finished his explanation of the philosophy of his technique, he took out a blue-rubber practice knife and asked for a volunteer.This was old stuff to me. I knew whoever stepped forward was going to get clobbered and then Cohen would. Michael, the philanderer and Jenny his poor, wronged wife.Chapter OneI first met Michael when I was just eighteen years old. I was a first-year student doing my BSc in Pharmacology at Bristol University. Michaelwas doing a degree as well over at the University of the West ofEngland, the other University in Bristol. To some people in the city itis still called the Old Polytechnic. Michael was doing a BSc in ComputerScience.I can remember the night we met, even now. I was out with some.