She remembered Bill's reluctance to even have a relationship with her believing she would. some day, break his heart. She was going to make sure that ...would never happen. By God that was the last thing she ever wanted to do. She loved him. She loved him with all her might. She had a nine hour flight to deal with her shame and remorse. Bill would be at the airport to pick her up and she would make sure he never knew anything about her indiscretion.Bill was about to leave his apartment for work.. It's smells funny.Sweetheart: I want you! Would you like to screw me?Wellhung: OKSweetheart: We're in my bedroom. There's soft music playing on the stereo and candles on my dresser and night table. I'm looking up into your eyes, smiling. My hand works its way down to your crotch and begins to fondle your huge, swelling bulge.Wellhung: I'm gulping, I'm beginning to sweat.Sweetheart: I'm pulling up your shirt and kissing your chest.Wellhung: Now I'm unbuttoning your blouse. My hands are. Mom chose a simple, but merry divertimento that I could handle without any false notes. We finished the evening with a rousing rendition of Heart and Soul. Mom played intricate improvisations on her part, but I stuck to the main theme. Mom’s playing made it sound extremely complex, and she made me look far more accomplished than I am.“You’re just an amazing pianist,” he said to me on the porch, as he was leaving.“I’m better with a shovel,” I said, laughing. * I stood on the porch after he. Sue was beetroot red. Not in embarrassment, but through being turned on. His cock was in her hand and she was wanking him off on the sofa while kissing him. As I watched them it really turned me on and I came on Paul’s cock with an amazingly strong orgasm that had me very vocal.Paul wanted us to change position but still see this other couple. He bent me over the back of the sofa with a good view of the couple but an even better position for him to slide deeper into me.I closed my eyes as his.