Wolfman rubbed his chubby cock, and tiny spits of pre-cum dribbled in the slit of the blonde’s back door. Moe tasted bile in the back of his throat....He’d seen enough. He pounded on the one-way mirror, but no one inside the room seemed to notice. He fumbled with the curtain, trying not to think about Wolfman’s cockhead pressing against the blonde’s puckered flesh. He was going to break it up. He scrambled for the office door, slung it open, and charged right into Dutch Winslow. “Whoa! Better get. She never complained. She’d been a good daughter–in-law, better than Beatrice. And my mom; well she had a lot to answer for too. I wondered how she’d handled the infidelity and the abortion when she faced our maker.I think Sarah had told me everything. That didn’t mean forgiveness. That didn’t mean no divorce, but it meant a lot. I had a lot to think about.~~v~~Monday morning was almost apocryphal. Sarah and I were super nice around the girls. We were careful how we talked and how we acted. It. .that is a lovely word isn't it, Danny? BLACKMAIL...yes, I like the idea of that! Forget moving out, Danny...I'm going to Blackmail you! You're going to be my little sissy!"Part 2I started to cry, my voice became girly as I feel to my knees in front of Tracy. "Please don't do this to me...I won't tell anyone about this, I swear! I will leave as soon as I can give me some time to move my stuff out!"Tracy began to laugh "You're pathetic, Danny...look at you on your fucking knees! That's where you. "Final call has been made," you pant. You tilt your head back as I run my mouth down your neck, trailing my tongue and tasting your perfume as my hand caresses a pert breast through your tight blouse. I hear you whimper."It’s not going anywhere," I groan. My heart thunders. Time against us. Every rational thought telling us to stop but a ravenous need consumes us. "Oh god," you gasp, pulling my lips back to yours. I taste the gloss as our kiss deepens. My hands trace your body, fingers.