Reluctantly he agreed to raise their son by himself and she further twisted the knife by threatening to prosecute him for rape if he ever told his son...who she was.Angella felt sick as realization swept over her. She suddenly realized the reason she'd been attracted to James so quickly was because he strongly resembled the only man she'd ever loved. And as she recalled James' speech at dinner, it suddenly held a brand new meaning. He'd told her he'd planned for nearly a month to fuck her on this. "What's the matter, baby... ? You don't like that?" she asked in a sultry voice, barely audible above the crash of the shower water, looking into Tamara's eyes while twirling the stiff, pointing nipple between her thumb and forefinger.Tamara's eyes rolled upward briefly. Then she looked hotly into Dawn's. "I love it."In the next instant Tamara's swollen, shiny nipple and some of the springy surrounding wet flesh of her breast disappeared again into Dawn's mouth. She moaned and quivered, her. "Kevin!" I heard a woman squeak. "Can we be in here?" "Not at all, baby, but it's just more exciting," a male voice rumbled. I knew that voice. It was the voice of Kevin Greendale, a bass ass cop who was a little more than just hot. I'd often fantasised about him when I touched myself. I saw the door to the interrogation room open, the side I was not in. I looked through the one-way glass and saw them run into the room. They were both grinning as they kissed each other. I knew I should leave. I. .. but never two guys to buy for a wife.” He smiled and leaned forward. “I cuckold him,” he whispered. “Cuckold?” she said loudly. “Sssssh,” he responded putting a finger to his lips. Claire looked around. No one was looking in their direction. No one seemed to have heard. She felt better. “I don’t understand,” she told him quietly. He leant closer to her. “Perhaps I could tell you over lunch?” She looked at him. Usually she had lunch with her husband, Neil, but he was away for the day.