Eventually, she asked me to move in with her. I happily went after her.We had the same vanilla sex regularly. Perhaps I got better. I wouldn’t know....nd one lazy Sunday morning, she asked me if I loved her.I said, yes. (Of course, I did).She: If you love me you will have to show it, prove it to me.Me: Ok, but how?She: I won’t reveal the details today but make me a promise that if you love me, you will do everything that I ask you to.Me: I promise.I mindlessly muttered that even without knowing. The first guy slid his hard cock deep into my cunt making my moan against the gag."Fuck the whore!" one of them said."You dirty cunt, you love it don't you?" another one said.Just before the guy fucking I was about to cum he pulled out and the next guy took his turn. This was the guy that liked to slap my tits and i didn't mind at all. He began slapping my tits and calling me names and i just kept pumping my fuckhole onto his cock. When he was just about to drop his load he got up. He asked my. She imagined the knot-like tautness growing in his groin, his fight with self-control to hold back the flood of jism until a last uncontrollable moment.Her own body was also responding. If watching Jace and Melinda together hadn't been enough, she suddenly found herself living a sexual fantasy. She was giving head to her own brother and she liked it.Loved it, she corrected herself. I love sucking my brother's dick.She did. And she tried to convey the pure pleasure of having him in her mouth. I made some coffee and took it out onto the deck. I sat and sipped the coffee and wondered about what Pauline had just done and what she was telling me. She was most definitely making a statement of some sort. She had not only given herself to another man, but she had not gone to a hotel, motel or his place to do it - she had brought him home where she could rub my face in. She had to know that she was ending the marriage, that I wouldn't turn a blind eye to what she'd done. I tried to think of.