He eased one inside her, slowly opening her up. His finger buried inside her, he brushed his thumb across her nubbin, eliciting a sound from his beaut...ful wife. "Mmmmmmmmm..." she moaned softly. "If you don't stop... ohhhhh... You're gonna have to find a broom closet and fuck me proper, Mister..." "Sorry, Love," he whispered in her ear. "A broom closet is out of the question." Again Paige's eyes fluttered wide open. "Ohhhhh..." she groaned. "But you... I... we... we can't... not here...". "I guess we'll just have to take those off," she said with a wink. We were alone in the house -- your parents were still at the party -- and you didn't hesitate as you pulled off my pants. I undid my dress shirt as you placed your tongue on the tip of my cock. You circled your tongue around and around the head and slowly closed your mouth over it. You slid up and down the shaft -- slowly at first, but you built up some speed, only to stop at just the right moment -- all the way to the base of. But I love you like a little sister” She said. Stabbing my heart. I didn’t have a response, sitting there mouth agape. “It’s physical between us, that’s all the sex means. And I do love you. I just don’t love you like that Holly. So when I say, don’t say it, I mean that if you persist we won’t be lovers, and we will lose what we have now. You wouldn’t want that would you?” Samantha said. My hot sweat was now definitely a cold sweat. I tried to think if I should say something or just stay. "How can anything feel this good?" There's more, my little Kat," Scott smiled at her, giving her bright red nipple a final hard suck. "This will feel even better." He nudged Katie toward her bed. Her bruised breasts bounced as she fell backward onto her soft quilt. Katie's satin dress was still pushed down to her waist. The hem was scooted up above her white panties, which were visibly wet between her legs. Her slim legs were parted. Scott slowly slid his big hands up the outside of her smooth.