I mean there she was betraying you in the worst way while she was bragging about how great a dad and husband you were. Bass the woman needs help.”I ...as fed up, “So you’re telling me I should help Sarah get counseling because she’s been fucking everybody within a twenty mile radius for the past eight years of our marriage.”He shook his head, “I didn’t say that. I said she’s fucked up. I didn’t say it’s been eight years either. I don’t know how long it’s been, but not eight years. There was a guy. He didn't though and felt somewhat cheated because of it. He was glad he held true to his goal and not fell into some trap that would have eventually lead to his capture.His cock was hard and big, throbbing with sexual power he'd never felt before! He briefly wondered if there was something else with the change that he had missed before when he became aware of a weight dragging his chest down. He opened his eyes, at first reluctant to let go of the willing Sandy in his mind, and looked down.. Finally she got out of the swing and walked down the steps. There were bits of paper scattered on the lawn, and she started picking them up. Standing in the doorway of the house, Bobby watched his mother. He loved the way her jeans fit, and he was always gazing at her thighs and ass when she wore them. All this did right now was make his cock harder, throb almost painfully.The full, round, tight curves of his mother's ass were boldly revealed by her tight jeans, and he loved the slight movement. She nervouslygrinned back at me. Elouise then stepped away from Portia, and paced towards the bucket of piss,which I noticed for the first time. I exchanged glances with Amy, who despitebeing in agony herself, was concerned for her young friend. It was no use,of course, there was already a pint glass in the bucket, and Elouise pulledout a decent enough three-quarter full glass for Portia. There were no smart-aleccomments, no cries for help, no safe words, no demands for freedom. Elouiseheld the.