‘You’re right, Jay… I’m sorry… but you can… let them… do… whatever they want… to me. Nothing matters… any more… I’ve lost… t...he only woman… I’ve ever loved…’ His voice trailed off as his sobs grew harder. Didi glanced back and forth between her husband and his father, wondering why Jay had told him not to call him ‘son’… and that he wasn’t his son… What the hell had they been talking about before she came in? She didn’t feel it was the right time to question him about that as she felt deep. I put a belt in her mouth & made her bite down. I was claiming her ass all for myself. By now she was covered in sweat & her boots were stained with it. She wouldn't be using the bench press at the gym overnight & instinctively she'd have to skip the gym now her ass was close to destroyed. I was slamming her ass so fucking hard & she was so fucking wet it was ridiculous. Her boobs glistened as I licked them, knowing this might be the first & only time. It was brief but sensual. Suddenly it. It was just after midnight, the champagne had been served and the party was in full swing. Dan and I were in the kitchen helping ourselves to some of the champagne, when this drunk girl came staggering in through the double doors, She was pretty young, maybe she was with her family, I don't know.She smiled at us and said, "Where's the champagne?" They're serving it out on the floor, Miss. Ask your waitress and she'll get you some more." Mom said that I've had enough! She's a meanie! Anyways, I. With her hands she tore at his chest wildly, making him cry out, drawing blood with her wicked nails. He pulled her hands away and braced himself above her, holding her arms out like he was crucifying her. Then he gazed down into her face, her eyes aflame with what he assumed must be passion.She licked her pink lips seductively and purred, "Like what you see?" But she knew he did because his hardened cock was straining against her inner thigh, begging to be admitted. Still he stared, his.