Mrs. Carter was the one to move things along. With my dick still buried inside of her, cum still drooling out, she said to her husband, Come over here..., honey, and see what I couldnt wait for. Dont worry, Robert, addressing the still baffled look on my face, You and Kevin are going to finish up buddies after were all done. Mr. Carter emphasized her statement by clapping me on the shoulder as he settled onto the couch. Feel my pussy, baby. See how full your wife is. Mr. Carter obliged and reached. Except, I always took comfort in the idea that they weren't really rejecting me, because they didn't really know the 'real' me. They were rejecting my version of 'the boyfriend'.I was slowly realizing, that playing the boyfriend was a dead end, had always been a dead end, and if I ever wanted something like long-term happiness I'd have to be honest with them and myself. I'd have to learn how to be myself, which was a weird thought. I wonder if I could practice somehow. Maybe go out to bars and. He was thirty-five and happily married with two kids, but he soon forgot them as soon as he got a look at what was under those tight little panties he was always stealing glances at.Her coach was the first to suck her cunt, and after that Jenny was a true convert to oral sex. So, as Jenny watched her handsome hunk of a cousin tongue-fucking her sister, she knew only too well the intense pleasure his stiff tongue was generating inside Lisa's furry little honeypot. Watching them soon made Jenny. You come around and untie me, kissing my forehead and rubbing my ass. "Are you okay?" I just nod and smile. "Good girl. Now stand over there." You point to a wall. I get up and walk towards the wall, my ass cherry red, burning and completely naked except for the black thigh highs and heels that you let me keep on. You tie my hands up on a pole that's running horizontal on the wall. My hands now bound above me. You pull something from the bedside table and pull it over my eyes, a blind fold. You.