“Don’t go, Zach. Stay, just for awhile. Talk to me… it’s been too long; you can’t leave so soon, not already, not again.”“Kaitlyn…” ... sighed, my shoulders drooping in resignation.She knew I wouldn’t leave, knew I’d never been good at telling her no, not about anything. She turned back to the sink, back to her task. I watched her again, for perhaps a minute or so, and then crossed silently to her and put my hands on her shoulders. She didn’t jump or startle; she’d known I was there. We’d always. When Kim unbuttoned her jeans and slipped a hand underneath the denim, that was when I knew that this was certainly something we both wanted. As she whimpered softly and writhed against me, I kissed her cheek and the side of her neck as my hands focused on her breasts, initially from outside her clothes and then from underneath her shirt. ‘I’d love to hear you cum,’ I whispered into her ear. Underneath the shirt, I continued to fondle my former girlfriend as she slipped off the jeans and the. They laid me on Marks bed, then Mark laid down beside me and whispered to my ear, dont worry Ill take care of you, and we wont hurt you, that made me calm down a bit. Since I no longer had anything hiding my pussy, the three had easy access to my swelling wet pussy. All of them just took off their clothes and got naked, Stephen and Bert forcefully took off my top and bra. The two held both my arms while abusing my breasts, and sucking on my nipples. Mark started licking my pussy and putting a. Life went on and was quite good. We had a few arguments but nothing that most married couples didn't have.Steve's position had him traveling quite often and once the kids started school I was alone a lot. There wasn't much we could do about it so I volunteered to help at the school.It worked out great for me because it gave me something to do while the kids were in school. I helped three days a week. I didn't get paid, that's why it was considered volunteer work.When Robert was thirteen and Kim.