"I hadn't noticed it before but Jack's question drew my attention to hisshockingly pastel outfit. Me was wearing pastel blue pants, or werethey short...s? They looked a lot like capris (I didn't even know I knewthat word), and a white tank top with faint light blue accent around thetrim. The tank top looked like it had a shelf built to help supportbreasts but that didn't prevent Jack's hard little nipples from pokingthrough. It almost looked like had small breasts as well. His mediumlength. The Darrows were there as well as the James. Amelia Robins whose buttocks had endured so much pain until she came to accept her role; Diana Johnson who must have carried the bruising from the fetters of her extended confinement for many weeks; all were there in support of their men. They all knew that they had shared similar experiences but of course all chose to keep their own personal insights to themselves. Their husbands, confident in the social accomplishments of their wives, were free to. His flavor and smell were intoxicating, forcing a growl from Johnathan that vibrated all through Cobra's body, making him whimper all the more. Unable to hold back anymore, Black surged upward and inward, feeling his member drive into Cobra's waiting heat. The tight intensity that pushed on and surrounded his member had Johnathan nearly shooting his load. Biting his tongue in hopes to gain control, Johnathan began moving, allowing his hips to hit hard against the supple ass he was pounding. His. He opens his messaging app and finds a voice message from his mother.“Yes, Ayan. It is me. Mona. It is really your mother,” was what the voice clip said. Ayan could confirm it was his mother, from her voice. But, what left him confused was the fact that she sounded very unusual. She was breathing heavily.Ayan could not really authenticate, but it was very much like she was moaning. And, though, the voice clip lasted only for a few seconds, the lust in her voice was very clear.Or was it just his.