..she asks if I can fuck her, she needs some cock, is wet as she has been watching us, she wants me to fuck her arse too....she carry's on, kissing, h...olding my semi hard cock, playing with her breasts....I move away and lie her on her back...and proceed to give her oral.... She raps her legs around my shoulders and pulls me in to her pussy...not letting me go....I can feel her hands on my head and back.....her hips moving backwards and forwards forcing me in her cunt...I slide my fingers up and. ” he offered.“I do not wish to be humiliated!” she snapped again.“Who said owt about humiliation? I'm not planning on tying thee up and whipping thee?” he explained, “There’s nowt humiliating about a good seeing to as long as there’s no CCTV and door’s locked.”“That is not the point!” she insisted.“So why did thee come?” Eric asked.“Dan touched my leg,” she explained.“He can put a beer bottle up thee cunt for all I care,” Eric sighed, “Does thee want a fuck or not.” “No!” she replied.“Then. I’m studying medicine in Yale. During the summer I went home to visit my mom who I had missed terribly. What frightened me a little was that in my whole studying time I missed my mom not only in a mother son way. I realized that I missed her like I once had missed a girlfriend who went to Europe for a year. First I fought the thought but it clarified more and more: I loved my own mother with deep intense. In the nights I thought about her in the kitchen and on her stepper. I thought about her. “Worse. Lost any trust I had in my wife.” I replied calmly, sitting down on the couch. Shilpa stared at me, mouth agape, “What now?” she finally asked. “Why didn’t you tell me the whole truth like I asked you to?” I asked. “I did.” she said tentatively. “Well, I have proof that you didn’t. That you left out something. And that you crossed some more lines.” I said. “What? That’s not true.” she protested. “Shilpa, I swear I am sick of your lies. Now I know for a fact that you have lied to me.” I.