I spoke to her with some hesitation. Finally we decided to go out to get over with that akward moment. I drove to her place and picked her up and drov.... We had some quite moment for quite some time. I asked her where to go. She said some place where we could be alone and quite. we drove for quite sometime and reached a place outside the city. we sat inside the car for a while. I held her hand tight which was on her lap. we looked away from each other. As I tightend my fist, she pulled my hand. “You are going to hate and divorce me,” Cheryl said as she sat down at the kitchen counter, her hair a mess, clothing in disarray, and stains all over her blouse.I looked at her, gawked, and said nothing. Looking a bit closer, I realized the stains on her blouse, and the drops in her hair was semen, dried semen. I was actually getting horny just looking at my wife.“I was sort of forced into having sex with the new client, he has this big condo, and . . .,” her comments drifted off for a moment,. I swallowed my reaction and reached in again with both hands, getting a firm grip and pulling the final victim free of the platform.At the last possible instant, one of the glowing worms appeared just above my left wrist, touching my watch for its instant of life. I flinched away, but it was gone before I really began to move and a moment later both the figure I was pulling and all of my body parts were past the invisible demarcation and, I most sincerely hoped, out of danger."Oh, my God." This. Betty had actually seen her father's cock! About eight inches, she'd said. And Betty had seen it going in and out of a woman's cunt. Betty had seen her mother being fucked, too!Stacy trailed her hands down along her slowly squirming body, parted her legs, and caressed her sleek inner thighs. The foursome action had really been wildly exciting. The men tonguing the women's cunts, the women sucking the men's cocks, the women going down on each other, the men fucking the women in their pussies and.