MMM I want to lick and kiss every inch of her. Damn she is so hot and mmm. “Oh you taste so good I am going to eat every bit of you, you taste litt...le whore.” Now he held both legs by the ankles and was kissing the inside of thigh on each alternating between them. He moved closer and closer to the wet wanting pussy.“Oh you bastard hurry up and fuck me. I want the big hard cock inside my pussy now. “She wiggled and tried to grab his cock but he moved and pushed her down then took her legs. “What am I doing her?” She thought. Yes, she had seen him at her son’s school, but he was always with his wife. His wife seemed to be there because it was expected of her. Bryce’s father always seemed engaged in whatever was going on. A basketball game; student orientation; Veteran’s Day presentation. He clearly loved his son. His wife seemed to always be complaining. She did not look like she wanted to be there. She was never on any of the school committees. She never seemed to show her. As we rode up and down, my sense of guilt disappeared into the rear-view mirror, as we looked at each other more and more, my mind was occupied with the thought that in seven months Grace would be holding our child in her arms. That we’d be holding our child in our arms.It was an emotional game-changer, helping me to see that Grace needed me just as much as Sue, maybe her need even being the greater. Where was the guilt in making love to the woman carrying my child, especially when my wife had. 45 on a Saturday night. Before getting out of the car Joanna checked her makeup, made sure that her cock was pulled right up into her crutch really tight with the little white thong that she was wearing and smoothed down her dress. One last check and she was out of the car. She slowly walked about twenty yards down Brunswick Street and stopped in between two large stone gate pillars at the entrance to a large run down Victorian villa. She looked around. Across the street and another twenty.