These were always the happy moments of tantalising expectation, the frenetic agony of holding back animal thrusts before he saw her and was half-way s...pent before they'd begun.He grasped the handle, took a deep breath, and opened the door. He stood there, eyes moist, both the ones that regarded her and the one in his pants. She was a heady vision, graceful, undulating in her smooth, creamy lines. The downlighters highlighted every rounded part of her and she basked before him in all her glory.. "Are you Jennifer Windham?" she asked.Jennifer blinked, and was suddenly wary. Very few people at the shelter knew her last name."Yes," she said, carefully.The woman just looked at her for a few seconds."I'm Susan," she said. "Roger said he was divorced when we met. So I didn't know he was married to you when I accepted his proposal. We've been married ten years." She blinked and then turned to the boy and girl with her. "This is Timothy and Deborah. They're his children." She turned back to. He tied me up and spread my legs to accomidate him. Then he opened his dress pants and boxers to reveal his beautiful, throbbing, 8 inch member. My favorite thing about it was (and still is) how veiny the shaft was and how large the head was in proportion to the rest of the penis. The head had a perfect mushroom shape and turned purple from the rush of blood. I fought against the restraints and arched my back. I waited to feel him deep within my pussy. He didn't disapoint me. With his pants. ‘Why would you think that? Didn’t you believe me at the ER Saturday?’ Dr. Riley asked. ‘No, no! I mean, yes, I did! I just, well, you both being here startled me!’ ‘Sorry, that wasn’t what we intended.’ He grinned. ‘Donna, you should tell her the rest.’ ‘Well, uh, Jessica, I, well, like I said, I was a terrible parent to you. And I know you say it’s water under the bridge and all that, but well, it isn’t now, well, because something is, uh…’ ‘Is something wrong? Are you okay?’ I asked. ‘Yes!.