I could see the excitement in her eyes. Mom grunted approvingly at Miss Hunters beautiful rack and motioned with her eyes to focus back onto my cock. ...Miss Hunter grabbed the tissues again and prepared herself. She was intently focused on the fluid coming from my swollen head and mom could tell. She slid her thumb across the tip of my cock, scooping up a generous dose of the clear liquid and slowly moved her hand toward Miss Hunter's face. Her eyes widened and she licked her lips, looking up. She told her no, she didn’t want to see her at the party, and she didn’t want to see Owen, and if she’d seen either one of you, there would have been a major scene. Because now she knew all about the affair Leah had with Owen and their lies and play-acting and twenty-year cover-up, and she couldn’t believe what a cheating sleazeball Owen had been and what a lying, back-stabbing cunt Leah had been to have an affair with him, fucking over her husband and her best friend simultaneously, and if she. “Tell me,” he said, still fucking her furiously. “Did any of them make you cum like I do? Did they stretch you like I am?” he asked.Brianna had not compared her grandfather’s fucking to her previous lovers, except their size. Her grandfather was bigger than all of them and at that moment, she realized he was better too. That realization, softened a spot inside her. No matter who she fucked in the future, she would always remember her grandfather’s moves.“No.” She said almost to herself. “None. The Guests ArriveI spent the entire afternoon preparing food and drinks for the party. Just before six o’clock, I heard a knock on the door and ran to answer it. It was Mistress Tara. She was an English domme of medium height, with dark brown hair that she usually wore up in braids. When I opened the door, she handed me her coat without a word and walked into the living room to greet Mistress Angela. I returned to the kitchen to resume my work, but then heard another, louder knock. When I.