He moaned and I took this as a signal to go deeper and let my thumbs drag deeper and stroke the length of his crack and drag across his arse lips. He...moaned some more which really turned me on, my own cock was rock hard and dripping precum, and I was sure he could feel it on his legs. I slid my hand down to his balls and rubbed them gently and my Dad said “I don’t think we should be doing this”. “It’s OK Dad, I know about you and Mark and I’m the same”. He propped himself up and turned over. If I wrote another message on the bottom and gave it back to Kate then I might not get it back. For a minute I pictured the message on the bottom of the note until Kate passed me another piece of paper.I'M SORRY KIMMY.I WAS JUST KIDDING.PLEASE DON'T BE MAD AT MEQuickly I scribbled,I'M NOT MAD.JUST FORGET IT, OK?After class I packed up quickly and went to my next lesson. Kate and I didn't get another chance to talk. That last class passed for me on auto-pilot. Afterwards I rushed home without. It seemed like forever for him to pull his cock all the way out of me and back through the hole in the wall. When I was free I turned and collapsed on the stool. My husband asked me if I let him cum in me. I looked down and saw my red swollen pussy. It was gaping open having been stretched. It was wet but I wasn’t leaking, ay least not yet. I knew he had cum buckets in me but it was so far and deep inside me that it was taking it’s time. I stood up and straightened my clothes. I said lets go to. You won't even have totouch him! It'll be easy, I promise, and anytime you want to stop, all you haveto do is say so."I have to admit it; I was petrified. I had already backed against the far wallwith Harry following along behind me, making valid point after valid point inhis effort to convince me while my own efforts at argument were easily brushedaside. I never actually agreed, but Harry finally broke my will with hispleading. He did need my help, and I did owe him a lot. Somehow I found.