She said she had already decided to break off their affair; that she would call him and tell him to stay away from her, that she didn't want to ruin o...r marriage. She said that she had only been with him because he had excited her sexually, but she realized that it wasn't worth losing her family over.Well, I gave Sharon an "or else" finally. Become faithful or get out. She promised she would, and I believed her again. Months later we joined the Mormon Church, where she had to confess and be. I didn't just want to fuck her. She had to cum, too. She wasn't a slut to be used. I had to give her pleasure, too. My hands slid up and cupped her swaying breasts. I squeezed them, thumbs brushing out and massaging her nipples.“Stud-muffin!” she moaned into my mother's pussy, her bowels clenching on my dick.“Mmm, baby-cakes, I'm going to make you cum on my dick. You're going to have such an amazing orgasm from getting butt-fucked!”“Yes, yes, yes, make her cum, honey!” my mother moaned, her. Ginny started to wonder if David liked to dance. She hadn’t done much herself since high school, but that was in a way because she liked it too much. Being close to a man for hours, being held close to him, and getting lots of physical exercise would tend to make her mind (and body) dwell on other physical exercise she might have with the man, and she hadn’t wanted to go in for that. Not before David anyway. She pictured herself on a dance floor, her body pressed against his, moving gracefully. Jetta and I thought..." Jetta?" I repeated in surprise.The name Jetta rang a bell in the back of my head somewhere. It wasn't what you'd call a common name, and our town wasn't that big. There'd been a young woman called Jetta who used to frequent some of the dance clubs we'd both gone to when we were younger.My problem was, - and I'm not sure why, I'd read into Marty's body language that the Jetta he was referring too was his wife - the young woman I remembered had been of Indian decent.Marty.