I sat my phone down and tried to go back to bed. I decided in my mind she wasn't lying, she just was convinced by someone to go out. Then my phone wen... off. It was a snap from Mark. Fuck. I open it, it's a video. His phone is aimed low, as if he is trying to hide it, and it's a video of Sarah, obviously drunk."I swear! I told him we hooked up! Yes, he jerked off! I swear!" she exclaimed. Then she noticed she was being filmed. "Oh my god, don't! Don't send that to him!"The caption on the. I could see that she had been crying too."You're here? You're really here? How long?" I steeled myself for the answer; knowing that the respite from anguish was only temporary, but needing to know so I could prepare myself."As long as you'll have me, if you still do, that is." There's never been anyone else." I know that now; why didn't you tell me that you loved me." Because I did love you." That has to be the most ridiculous reason I have ever heard." She smiled as she said this and cuddled. She imagined a warm mouth sucking her sore nipple while the exquisite sensations from his tongue slipping up and down and around her center drove little flashes of pleasure from her breast to her sex. The bonds were preventing her from pressing right up to him and she strained against them. She wanted more pressure, she wanted his tongue inside her just..like.. Wet lips closed softly around her button and gently..sucked... The point of sensation pulsed and then flared and exploded. She groaned. Short but [email protected]=================================================================I entered the hallway to find a man fucking my mother. She was in her bridal dress and leaned against the table. The man had lifted her dress over her hips and he was pumping his huge member in and out of my mother's big, juicy cunt. In a couple of minutes she was about to be married to another man and here she was getting fucked! I walked over to face her and saw her eyes almost closed as she thrust.