By then, we were not happy and were fighting a lot, but still I was unprepared for her reaction, as she breezily told me about her affairs, and that t...he daughter I doted on – and who worshipped her daddy – wasn’t actually mine.It’s a long story, but the gist of it was that she and the guy she was screwing at the time took off for California, taking Meredith with her. But not before I had gotten a paternity test done and learned that Donna was right. Merry wasn’t mine.Like I said, she was 9 when. Susan offered, "Fuck her ass, boys. Billy, you go first. Stevie, why don't you let her suck you while Billy is getting his. I'm going to load some film in the camera."Billy entered me with a little difficulty, but my ass felt wonderful being stuffed with real meat. He pounded hard and came quickly. Stevie felt even bigger and lasted longer, fucking me for fifteen minutes while Susan took many pictures. The last few were taken while lying on her back beneath me with her head at my crotch and her. “Oh good” she smirked, “you’re still here.”I felt her enter the bed on her knees as she inched her way up behind me. In the mirror I saw her raise the hand holding the looped belt over her head and the instant she brought it down I felt a flash of pain followed immediately by the sound of heavy leather on flesh accompanied by my own gag-muffled cry; her favorite tune. She struck me several more times until the belt was tossed aside and she put both hands on me; one hand gripped painfully around. Marella’s body shudders and shakes, her head thrashes side to side and her thighs grab John’s head in a lock as her body goes rigid, arches in a deep arch and then collapses back onto the bed. Marella sighs the deep contented sigh of a woman who has just had a complete orgasm. Marella’s fingers soften on John’s scalp and she playfully brushes at John’s hair. John stops licking, knowing how sensitive Marella’s pussy will be at this moment, but does not move his head or his lips. John’s eyes gaze.