She knows, well, hopes, it would never happen, but she sees him shunning her in her imagination.For some reason, tonight, these feelings overwhelm her..., and she can not stop crying or feeling like her life with Tim is ending. Other things are crashing through her too. But just the thought of Tim having enough of her and tossing her aside seems so real.She is crying so hard, gulping for air between her tears. Tim takes her on his lap, holding and caressing her. Rubbing and patting her back as. She whispered: ‘You’re so nice.’ I whispered back: ‘So are you.’ She kissed me, softly and gently. I Thought about sliding my hand into the dress slit, lifting the dress and moving my hand under the dress to again caress her ass. I thought about it, but didn’t do it. I moved my hands back to her back and said: ‘Maybe we should do some photography before this gets out of hand.’ She reluctantly agreed. She changed into a cute little yellow number with sleeves and a totally open back and flanks.. Just then she heard Brandon whisper to her, "Come with me, let's get onto the bed, I need you now." She knew that there was no doubt, it was time, as they both wanted each other badly. Once again she was surprised when she heard herself simply say, "Okay." For some reason she seemed to find his demands of her and his take charge attitude quite exciting. She reluctantly let go of his cock and stood up straight making sure her breasts stood out nicely for him. She found herself wanting to excite. My tongue sliding faster and more frantic. I could taste his precum leaking more steadily from the head of his cock. The taste driving me wild with wanton lust. He became more deliberate with the massager on my clit. Almost painful but not enough for me to ask him to stop. My lips suckled his cock aggressively, willing him to feed me his cum. My cunny becoming so sensitive and in a constant orgasmic state, fluid leaking everywhere. Mary making loud sucking noises as her tongue continually.