Now the seat I was in couldn't go far enough down to where I was laying on my back, so the fact she was able to get herself into that position was imp...ressive due to the angle. She shoved her tasty pussy into my face as she started blowing my dick once again. Her pussy tasted more wonderful then usual, maybe it was just because of the position or situation. I cummed into her mouth before she cummed into mine. She moaned very loudly then cummed into my mouth. She tasted so delicious. She changed. I'm not sure who or where he was, but I wanted this bastard's head on a pole. I wanted to personally reach in and pull what passed for his heart out of his chest and hold it before his eyes as he died. And there wasn't a damn thing I could do. Not tonight anyway. Tomorrow? Well, tomorrow was tomorrow, and at the very least I could start gathering up some more of the scattered pieces that eventually I hoped to assemble into a picture that would help me find this piece of human debris, drag him. After a while, I heard him come out and he finally came in the kitchen where I was.It was really uncomfortable and confusing but I had the courage to say, "Sorry, David, I should have knocked, it was really my fault. I realize you need your privacy and I'm really sorry."He did look a bit ashamed and asked, "Just don't tell Jack about it, please, Erin, okay?" Oh, I'd never do that, it was something that happened between you and me and it was my fault, no reason to ever involve Jack. I'm just so. With this encouragement, my mistress increased the pace, trying to fuck my face even harder. Unfortunately, I couldn't handle her dick as it was ramming into the back of my mouth, trying to force its way down my throat. I erupted into a fit of coughing, stifled by the dick in my mouth. My mistress slowly slid back, pulling the strap-on from my mouth. As I tried to recover, I felt the rubber dick slide down my lips, across my chin, and she again slapped me with it, wet with my own saliva this.