I walked behind my husband and quickly grabbed his cock as hard as I could and pulled it free from the slut’s pussy, my husband was so fucking scare..., stuttering he said hi honey, What the fuck are you doing you prick I screamed, what are you doing, you don’t fuck me in the ass, do you I cried out, I can explain please cried my husband, please let me explain he still cried, who the fuck is that, look at the state of her I wailed, get the fuck out my house you slut I screamed at her, get fucking. Laying back, I braced myself. He went down on me and ate me out for about 10 minutes. He was amazing at this. He pulls back and pulls me nearer the front of the hood. Pulling my legs up in the air so that the back of them are laying on his chest, he slid his hard cock in me.. He felt amazing. He was at least 9 inches hard. He started pumping slow while I rubbed my clit. He was a wonderful lover. As we picked up the rythm.. we rocked together perfect. He was slamming in me so hard that I thought. But now that it came up ... do you have any interest in..."Jennifer put her feet on the floor and turned to face Mike. She then leaned toward him, placing one hand gently on the remainder of the bulge in his pants while putting her face next to his ear and kissing him there."Any interest in spending a little time with 'Mommy'?" Jennifer ... are you serious?"She kissed him on the mouth and squeezed his now growing erection to indicate that she was indeed serious."Have you thought about me, Mike?. I think it’s the exact same couch.”Whitney frowned. “But how do you make knife gouges totally disappear?”“No idea, but I think that’s what happened.” Brandi pointed with her finger to a spot across the room. “See that empty space there? Remember the chair that Alfredo destroyed and then threw out? It hasn’t been replaced. I think the rule is still in effect. Once a place is under servo maintenance rules, they will clean and repair but will not replace.”“Ah. Yeah, okay.” Whitney idly inspected.