Feeling her soft waistWhen I finally got her shirt off, I broke off our kiss so I could admire her breasts. I'm not the best judge of breast size, but...they were definitely somewhere around 36 B or C and were perfectly round and perky. After a few seconds of admiring her boobs, I lowered her so she could stand again and slowly started pulling down on her jeans. At the same time, I had locked lips with her again and was teasing her heavily, occasionally moving my mouth backwards, out of her. 'You two, stick it in her pussy!' The new order sounds intriguing. I feel two cocks touch my gaping snatch – and penetrate me at one, stretching my poor hole even wider. They are moving in different directions and at different angles and it hurts a little but still feels so damn good. Almost fainting from pleasure, I start waving my head even faster. The guys like it – one of the cocks in front of me starts oozing precum and gets my face wet. I feel the cocks press harder against my sleazy. It was very sensitive and touching it caused the area to swell even more. I tried to push it bank up inside but when I took my finger away, it sprang forward again and with an OUCH pushed through and into the outside world. That reddish-purple ball was attached to a slightly smaller flesh colored tube that stuck out about three inches. I jumped out of bed and ran over to my full length mirror. This thing was sticking up and out and was very stiff. As I looked at myself, the realization hit. If I went back to my parents I'd never see my c***dren again. There had to be something I could do. Just then my husband came back into the kitchen. I told him this had to stop, that he couldn't do this to me. He left again and I heard him go upstairs. After awhile he returned with two cases. "I've phoned a taxi, it will be here in 10 minutes. I don't want to see you in this house again." he said. I went weak at the knees and slid to the floor, crying. As as he turned to go out the door, I said.