At last the body came into focus. He was familiar, but he was not Ryan McGuire. There was no blonde hair. No bloody Athamé held in his hand. She turn...d him to look at the face and tears flooded her eyes. Wesley! J. Wesley Allen. Her beloved. Her husband. What had she done?She raised him and cradled him in her arms, whispering his name over and over, unable to believe that she had injured him. Wesley would not awaken. She raised her head to the heavens in accusation and wept. The sound of her. "It's obvious she was nervous to tell me this. I look down at her glass of wine to see it's empty. Here is the moment I've been waiting for."Vivian," I say with charm glinting in my eyes, "you look absolutely stunning, but I do believe a certain expensive piece of jewelry may be the perfect complement to that dress. A certain NEW piece of jewelry that may be in a black box in the top drawer of my nightstand."Her eyes light up."Oh David!" she sings. "I hope you didn't go overboard on my. Your going to like this bitch. I quickly let her hands go and scoot down and put my mouth around her cunt. I am eating her out and can feel my sons cum entering my mouth. Debbe is saying, no, please leave me alone. don't do this to me. After licking her cunt of all the juice I slide back up her and push just the head of my cock inside her cunt. Now I am going to fuck that nice pussy of yours. Stop, oh God don't **** me please, I have a husband and son. Yea bitch, how would you like it if I. ”“You’re preaching to the choir,” I said. “Come on in while I get you some money.”He stepped inside the door and followed me to the kitchen. I started looking for my wallet and couldn’t find it, until I realized I was holding it in my damn hand. “Talk about slow,” I laughed.But it wasn’t “slow” that had caused me to forget, but “hard,” as in the cock now lengthening and stiffening in my shorts. Because sometime over the past 30 seconds I had decided this kid was eminently fuckable and that if I.