Then,she pulls John's hand up under her skirt and into her pussy. John pulled his hand back in a flash, like it was on fire. I had never thought he wa... a prude. But, this answered my second concern. And, no we did not think about disease. We were horny teenagers, with condoms, who had not heard a lot about aids. We reached a price and she got in the back. I climbed over the seat and forked up my half of the cash. She started working my cock right through my pants, like she had done John. I was. My wife then asked me to do what she dreamed of for years, wanting see me to suck a man's cock, and right now this guy's cock. Truthfully, I was so hot by then, I would have sucked off a baseball team of cocks. I was surprised again and dumbstruck when this guy eagerly accepted my wife's fantasy because he happened to be in the park that night looking for gay sex anyway. Nervously, I climbed over the front seat and into the back seat of our car. This guy, I never even got his name, already had. She decided to wait until he was dressed and they were sitting down to eat breakfast to talk to him, less temptations.As she was getting ready, a horrible thought crossed her mind. What if it was Jon? What if he was the one... ?It couldn’t be, but he did have the access to all her stuff.This horrible thought was still going through her mind when she came into the kitchen. First things first, she thought, the pictures.“Jon...”Just then her phone buzzed. She shouldn’t even look at it but she had. She was maybe five two or three and had an athletic physique. Her jeans were moulded to her arse and legs and accentuated the curves. She was wearing a baggy school sweatshirt but I could see her nipples, which had hardened in the cold night air, pushing against the fabric.Margaret was an almost identical version of her mother, different hairstyles and makeup was about the only difference I could make out. Having expected a girl they had put a second bed in her room but explained that they.