.I want my mum anddad back."I put my head in my hands and started sobbing.I could feel some soft arms hugging me and comforting me. I just criedall th... harder.I was dimly aware of a door opening and then closing but I was toowrapped up in my grief to care.Finally, after quite a while I looked up and through misty tears couldsee the matron looking at me with a concerned face."Feeling any better?" A bit - sorry." What for?" Crying." We all need a good cry sometimes and you have been through a. Instead, I took off my clothes right there in the hallway and stormed into the room causing Jack to stop in midstroke and my wife to raise up out of Molly's pussy to gawk at me.Before a word was said I pulled Molly away from my wife and lined my hard cock up with her pussy as Jack was yelling "Hey, that's my wife, you can't have her!"I turned and said, "Says the guy with his cock in my wife's cunt!" as I plunged balls deep into Molly's hot, wet pussy.Molly breathlessly told her husband to mind. I try to speak but I am mute. I am a floatingentity who exists behind the looking glass.The woman is attractive for her age; early forties? She's seated infront of the large vanity mirror; she's finishing her makeup, applying afinal coat of face powder. She wears too much makeup but it suits her.Dark ruby-red lipstick; her lips are full and they glisten in the harshlights of the vanity mirror. Her cheeks are rouged, accenting her well-defined cheekbones. Her eye makeup is striking. Black. I had few friends, and most of them were pretty superficial. They were friends who would not invite me for an activity but if I was in the vicinity they would not mind making me a part of it.That went on until one day, a guy called Mushtaq befriended me. He was a bit old to be studying alongside me but that didn’t bother me. I’d put his age at around 20 although he claimed he was 18. I had great fun with him, and it wasn’t long before he had become a regular visitor to my house.I heard that his.