But the rumor mill doesn't buy into the 'just friends' explanation. Of course, there was that one time... Let me explain.It started after my wife pass...d away. She was thirty-nine when she was diagnosed with breast cancer. The women in her family are BRCA positive, which indicates a high propensity to get it. It seems there is some genetic flaw in her family. She has had two aunts and a cousin all die from breast cancer at a young age. Their odds are so awful some of her female cousins are. The next hour was a couple of drinks, a couple of dances and a lot of listening to generic bullshit from Alexis’ colleagues. Finally from the dance floor, an even drunker Alexis gave me a look and I politely excused myself. A couple of minutes later we were indeed at the same place, but this time she lifted up her dress, to reveal she was commando, and demanded, “Shove that big snake of yours in me, baby.” I pulled out the generously labelled snake and easily slid it inside her sopping wet. ." and so I gently pulled my cock out of Redhead's hole; it slurped out with wet noise and precum mixed with pussy lube dripped onto the duvet as soon as my engorged cock sprang from her hole and jutted out in front of me. Gemma wasted no time and opening her mouth wide, she crammed my slippery plum into her mouth as far as it would go! "Mmmph...mmmph..." she murmered as she gagged on my knob before pulling it out of her pretty mouth and once more pressed it against Redhead's crack. "That's. It had to be."Yes, Mistress," I replied.She got up from the bed, leaving the room and me still wanting. I heard the muffled sound of talking. There couldn't be anyone else. I was sure the house was empty. But if it was empty, then who was she talking to? I wished I wasn't blindfolded.The room suddenly became very cold and the game didn't feel so much like a game anymore. My helplessness and the situation I was in finally struck home.The door opened and I did my best to close my legs in an.