Not knowing the truth for certain. There is no worse feeling. If, that last time I talked to ‘Jenova’, she would have said something like, ‘I li...d to you about everything, I have no feelings for you, don’t call me, don’t come see me,’ and hung up, I would have been CRUSHED, but I would have, over time, been able to accept it and slowly recover from it. But right now, I have no definite solutions. I simply don’t know. If she told me the truth and said I really don’t love you and don’t want to. The night before my mind raced with scenarios that could allow us to play. One idea I had was the elevator.“Beth come with me to the 5th floor”. We walked to the elevator and she new exactly what was to come. The door opens and we walk in and just before the door closes… someone joins us. “DAMN!” We make an attempt after a few minutes to take the elevator back down. The door opens again and we enter. I hit the ‘door close’ button about a million times per second until it finally closed. With her mind quieted, she savored the taste of her brother's cum lingering in her mouth. She quickly fell asleep and slept soundly through the night.It was nearly two weeks before the wild thoughts returned to Jen's mind. This time, knowing it was no use struggling against them, she didn't fight the thoughts. She went up to her brother's room, pushed his door open, and stepped in.When she was standing next to her sleeping brother once more, she removed her blouse and bra and softly spoke to. I had never been able to make her cum on my cock alone but here she was cumming on the cock of a virtual stranger. Her orgasm lasted a long time. It must have been enough to set him off because he began pumping even harder until he grunted, tensed and slammed in as deep as he could. I knew that his cum was spurting deep into my wife's pussy. He collapsed on top of her for a few moments and then began to slowly pull out. I could see her pussy lips clinging to his cock as it withdrew. Once he had.