.." Malcolm replied, as he began to walk towards thestairs. He felt humiliated already and she hasn't even been there awhole minute."Brittany asked me... to check the laundry and make sure you don't mess itup. So how about you go to your room and I'll bring you your clothes,"Sarah said suddenly behind him, not asking, telling."You're not my babysitter, you don't get to tell me wh-" Malcolm beganto retort."No, no, no little man," Malcolm winced at this, "Brittany asked me tocome over here and to. We met many times and had many hot fucking sessions , he knew i was married and i knew he was bi as we got more comfortable i showed him pictures of my wife and he said she was hot i also showed him some pics of her from a few years a go i stumbled across on her lap top of her modeling and giving the camera man a blow job with a good cum finish at the end really sexy pictures i still wank over now.He said he wanted to fuck her and i said i would love him to but wouldn't know how to engineer. As he fell across her his right elbow landed on her swollen belly which totally collapsed beneath his weight as a squelching fart came from her arse and a thick brown bloody liquid gushed across the sheets between her spread thighs.Dai stared in astonishment at her now hollow belly below her bony rib cage. As her agonised screams gave way to crying he took her astonishingly light body in his arms and lifted her away from the stinking mess and placed her gently on the other side of the bed. . She was, really. I didn’t know what he saw in her. Well, to be honest, I did know. Lean legs, a perfect bum and those creamy white C-sized orbs on a body that could have belonged to an eighteen-year-old, all of which she flaunted at every opportunity, were hard to overlook. Ever since Clare had strutted into our home on Dad’s hand half a year ago, she had behaved as if she owned the place, and we clashed regularly about that. And while the topic of marriage had yet to come up, she even wanted.