She’d married into money and given birth to two perfect, blonde, blue eyed, kids, just like her… And then she’d met me. I was her Achilles’ he...el she’d tell me from time to time. Usually it was while putting her clothes back on, like right now. I lay on the sheets, just watching her dress, my naked body covered with our perspiration and cum, a satisfied smile glowing on my face as she’d pause, a rare haunted look in her clear blue eyes. “Baby,” (She always called me baby, never used my real. Taking a cue from earlier, I withdrew him from my mouth and swatted my face with his hardened manhood. Precum oozed flew through the air, some landing on my wonton face, some in my hair, some on my tongue. This lewd, shameless self-abuse only heightened my desire for his creamy juices. I sucked his phallus down once more, nearly choking myself.His own hands began forcing more of his rod into me, fucking my face with abandon. I no longer had control. I was literally in his hands just as. I got them puffy and then switched my movements to get her buds nice and hard. Jessica was moaning softly at this point and begging me not to stop. “It feels so good. I haven’t had sex since I got here, I’m so horny,” she whispered. “I’m here for you anytime you get horny or homesick,” I replied, as I lightly bit both of her nipples. She seemed to really like that and started to moan louder. That combined with her sexy accent was getting my cock rock hard. I slid down her body, my tongue. I choose the last option.In silence, I dig around and find one of my shirts, which I will use to wipe the liquid that drips from the door and that bit of sperm that has fallen on the floor. Silence again has filled the house, but not for long. Posted near the door, I begin to hear the sighs and gasps recognizable among all. Murielle sighs loudly and even cries loudly her pleasure as if she wanted to pass the message: “So you've wanted to be a witness, you'll be served!”And indeed, during a long.