I am a normal sort of person, happily married, with two k**s, and with normal middle-class values and behaviour. I don't hate gays or blacks or anythi...g like that but I don't want them in my neighbourhood. My only fault is that I cheat on my wife a lot, but heck, I'm a normal guy and have needs. However, I would be really mad if Jane ever cheated on me.I normally hung around singles bars, picked up women, white women only, fucked them and dumped them. I was happy with Jane and did not care to. They forced every type of bodily fluid out of me from snot, to tears, to piss and laughed as I lapped them up off their disgusting floor.I don’t want you to think I was stoic during all of this. I’ve tried to keep a straight face for this event. I’ve been double fisted by my sister in public. I am still not used to the deep sense of humiliation that runs down my spine when people watch me getting her pumping my holes with her entire hand up to her wrist.I would never be able to live this down. I wanted to go talk to her, after I had showered and cleaned up ofcourse, but she was gone. It would be another week before she was backand that thought really depressed me. I had a phone call on voice mailfrom Chloe about how we needed to talk, but I ignored it. She wasn'tCindy so I wasn't interested. Some part of me found that odd, but therest of me really wanted Cindy.The day before Cindy came back I went to the mall to get a new outfit. Iwanted to look good for her. Such a thing had never. She kept saying no. That she loved it. Not to stop. I couldn't help it & just rammed my cock in her old wet pussy. She just went off. Screaming at me. Yelling not to stop & go faster. I grabbed a hand full of her hair & brought her head back. Told her that her asshole tasted like her daughters. She said we need to get to the bed. Fucked her pussy little while longer then told her to get upstairs. Spanked her ass as she ran up.When we got there she laid on her back with her legs up & opened. I.