It was always Allan, whose attitude toward the boy varied between tolerant and resentful, that he sought. When he was hurt, had a question or was exci...ted about one of his Little League ball games which Allan hadn't even attended, it was the father who he sought out, not the devoted mother whose heart grew sadder and sadder as she felt him growing away from her.She turned again, this time onto the street where she and Kyle now lived. The small rental frame house was even more modest than that. When she released his head and stepped away she faced Melissa. “Not bad for the first orgasm but I had to do all the work; lazy fucker.” Melissa’s hands were shiny from rubbing the precum off Gary’s cock. She leaned up and wiped them on his shirt. “I was too wet to sit on that chair so I sat on your boxers, I hope you don’t mind but they’re soaked.” She turned to Sandy and said, “Let’s get him up on the bed.” Gary climbed onto the bed and lay on his back. Melissa moved him down the bed until. A minute later, I got a reply. As the plug could not be seen, I would be punished at the weekend, but he was not going to release the video for just that. I realised just how serious this was getting.The next day, I left home complete with panties, stockings and plug and made my way to the tanning salon. I had a bikini in a bag and changed once in. I tanned for 9 minutes and faint lines were starting to appear.I also went and had my ears pierced. This was also a little embarrassing having to. "Did you come?" I grinned, feeling myself begin to throb. The dirty talk and her soaked pussy were rapidly bringing me close to the edge."Oh yeah, especially when we fucked." She smiled devilishly."You fucked?" Clit to clit..." She panted, causing a beautiful image to form in my mind of the two women, grinding against each other, pussy to pussy. "She was so wet... I could feel her juice inside me." Oh god that's hot..." I groaned, feeling the come starting to percolate in my balls. It wouldn't.