Susan did not look amused.“Does Veronica know about this?” “No, she doesn’t,” I replied.“She’s about to find out.” Susan pulled her ph...ne out of her purse and dialed my wife’s number before I could do anything.“Veronica, guess what I just found? Mark fucking John. No, I'm serious, I walked in on them fucking on my couch. Yes, just now, I mean they both still naked with their cocks hard.” She paused for a moment, listening. “ OK, that's probably for the best.”“Your wife will be here in a few. Pleaseeeee!" she begged.I continued pounding my hard seven inch cock into my future wife. Sharon wrapped her arms around my back and pulled my naked chest against hers. My sweetie's hard nipples drilled into my chest. I was panting as I thrust time after time into Sharon's hot velvety tunnel. I could feel every fold and ripple of her pussy walls as I pushed my bare erection in and slowly withdrew it again.Sharon and I had never taken a chance like this before. Both of us knew the consequences. I suspected that she wasn’t just excited at getting a professional massage My mom was a very sociable person and she hadn’t been out of the house in over a week. Normally she spent most of her evening at a variety of social events and gatherings. On the weekend she would be enjoying a night on the town with her girlfriends going from bar to bar. She didn’t always come back till the next day after going on out on the town and I knew it wasn’t because she was to tired to come back home. I knew. ’ ‘And how did your feel with any underwear?’ Carla hesitated for a moment. ‘Do I really have to tell you?’ ‘You know you do. It’s part of your therapy. You HAVE TO OBEY my every command.’ ‘I felt sexy, and dirty, and free. And I did it for you, Professor Morgan.’ ‘For me?’ ‘Yes, for you, Professor, because you’re helping me to be uninhibited …’ Carla didn’t know what else to say. ‘Carla, since you set up this room to look like a Club Med beach. I want you to imagine that you are on that beach,.