He couldn’t deal with the guilt he felt when he was with his pregnant wife. Oh, I haven’t mentioned he was married? Yes, I knew that much when we ...egan chatting. But I didn’t realise she was pregnant. I didn’t realise that he was looking for some kind of sexual release because his wife wouldn’t, or couldn’t, accommodate his needs. I just didn’t know. I’d found the unconditional love I was looking for. I’d found an ability to be able to return it. My mind blanked out every other aspect, every. ” I heard him grunt and his voice wanted to say something, but his vocal expression was a guttural groan.“Get some more of my pussy juice and rub it on your dick. Get a lot of it because I want you to jerk off, using my honey as lubricant.”Mark stood (I don’t know how!) jerking off. Sometimes, I would lick his fingers for more fluid. “Spit on your hand.” He did. He was getting close. So was I. Imagine watching a stranger jerk off naked just out of tongue reach.“Okay, lover. How are you at. I tried to squirm away and started to tell her that this was wrong, but my words were cut off as her lips pressed against mine. As her tongue parted my lips, her hand moved from my hip onto my pussy. Again I tried to prevent what I knew was coming by squeezing my thighs together, but it was no use, she could sense that I wanted this and I was weak in my protests. As Jayne’s fingers slid between my thighs, she stopped kissing me and whispered softly, ‘Relax sis, you know we both want this, even. I turn around and begin moving my hips to the music that is playing. I slowly bend over as I carress my legs, I can see him begin to stroke himself through his pants. My hands are travelling up my legs, my fingers trailing up to my skirt. He keeps catching glimpses of my panties and my ass as I lift my skirt up, teasing him. I unhook my skirt, and shimmy it down my legs, bending over to make sure he gets a good look at my ass. I take a look behind me, and see that you have now taken off.