’ Sam swallowed, at the intensity of Miranda’s words, this was serious. Miranda felt Grey’s muscles tense at her touch before going slack. Gentl..., she turned him over onto his back. Sam dropped the satchel on the floor and gaped at him: the bruising on his face, his swollen eyes and split lips and his pulverized nose. Blood seemed to be leaking steadily from his nose and mouth and leaving a dark stain on his clothes. ‘Okay, I was wrong,’ Sam amended numbly, ‘I’ve never seen anything like this. Of course, one thing led to another and soon I was mounting the poor deprived but still attractive female from behind with the intent to simply put a smile on her face instead of tears in her eyes for her negligent spouse.Monique’s plan was to create a situation wherein the pair of us would couple night and day undisturbed by her cheating husband and my equally lust-driven parent to copulate at every opportunity. It seemed like a fool proof plan to distract me from thoughts of my step sister. “That was great,” she said. “How was I?” “You were great, sweetheart,” I told her. “Are you okay?” she asked. “I’m fine, how about you?” “I’ve never been better. I finally know what sex feels like. I wish we could fuck for the rest of my life.” I smiled. I still felt bad for what I had done. “Dave, I wanted this, I really did. I have no regrets. I hope you don’t have any,” she said. I pulled my cock out of her wet pussy. “Let’s get dressed,” I said. Emma and I got up from the bed. She. Mark's Nanna got out of her car and Mark and Justin went outside to greet her. "Nanna! How was the trip?" Mark asked. "Mark! It was fine, so happy to be out of the car, though. And Justin, I haven't seen you in ages. You must be a foot taller than the last time I saw you, looking like quite the man these days."Justin blushed a little. "Thanks Mrs. Jones," he said."Oh, enough with that already. You can call me Nanna or Kay. No one has called me Mrs. Jones in years." she said. "Oh, okay then,".