..’Peter winced at the last word. ‘Jerry, I am anything but loyal. You shouldn’t be having lunch with me, you should be beating me senseless. I ...deserve it.’‘’Why?’Peter took another gulp of his drink, then said, ‘I spent Monday afternoon fucking your wife.’Jerry blinked a few times. ‘Jilli? You and Jilli?’Peter hung his head. ‘Yes.’‘How long has this been going on?’‘Jerry, it was the first time, and I will never do it again, I swear!’They sat in silence for long enough to take a bite of their. "Glory... why me?" Her hands were taking off his shirt as she tried herbest to explain the situation."I met your grandmother and she had the nicest things to say about you,"she was now licking his chest, "so I made it a point to find you." Hispants had come off nicely and she was now working on dropping his boxers."My wife passed away a year ago, and it takes about that much time for meto grieve before I must take another form." He was now naked on the edge of the bed as she began to wrap her. .OH and Tracy, let's not forget that big pussied tramp!"Steven struggled to sit upright, his cock strained against his shirt. The head of his cock looked to be about 10 inches above his head, and it was about the same size as a bowling ball. It throbbed a deep purple and pre-cum started to leak out from the tip."I don't fuckn understand you, Steven! How can you say you love me when you fucked all those other women?! Did you tell them you loved them to?!"Steven's cock began to strain his shirt. Then I smiled to myself and gently eased the zipper down on his pants behind me and pulled the hard flesh out, stroking all around the knob with my naughty thumb. I shivered as that other finger pushing between my pink pussy lips increased its tempo. The elevator stopped again and more people get out and in as the hands continued working on my body and I continued working on his dick behind me. My cunt felt like it was on fire and your body ached with need. I could not stand it anymore; I.