Gretchen’s moans grew louder as the video went on, and he quickened his strokes. He was already close as he imagined the sounds were of Jennifer’s... anticipation.With his eyes closed, he reached into his desk drawer for a hand towel—an item frequently needed for clean up since he and Gretchen began fooling around in the office. He grinned at his image of Jennifer waiting with her mouth open wide and her breasts in her hands. “Oh, you want it now, do you, baby?” He asked aloud, just as he had done. I had let my father in law fuck me when I was younger; but it was just a few times, until I knew that could hurt my husband so much…I crawled as hard as I can on the floor trying to break loose but without success. His hands got a good hold on my hips. Soon I felt his hard dick in between my buttocks and not long later I felt it resting on my pussy lips.“Please daddy, don’t do this, I beg you. We can’t do this…” I begged.“Please, no… Oh my…” I screamed; but it was too late.I felt his hard. I was horny and frustrated. When I'd knocked on my neighbor’s door, hoping he might be home and an understanding neighbor, I never gave my provocative dress a second thought. I was desperate to get to work. I was on a mission, but the damn garage door failed me. Alex, my neighbor, came round and knocked on my front door. I led him towards the garage. Stepping into survey the damage, he paused. “I’ll need to get some tools,” he said. “I’ll be right back.” I called Carol at work, while Alex went. I guess that's how guilt works. So we were stuck trying to act normal and pretending like nothing had changed and feeling kinda miserable about it. Sometimes I honestly wished we'd never had sex at all, you know? Especially since I'd about convinced myself that I was a lesbian. God! How was I going to tell her about that? Mom would probably blame it on herself and feel even more guilty! Like she'd turned me gay because my dog had wanted a threesome."It's your fault," I told Lick and he rolled.