She’s going to divorce me over this. “please don’t be angry baby, i’ll stop this right away, i don’t even know how i got so sucked into this... thing.”“well, there’s definitely going to be some changes made around here,” she replied. “a lot of those sites have links to local people and places where you can make contacts. You haven’t done that, have you?”“no, absolutely not. I’ve never cheated on you”.“that’s good, i actually went onto some of the local websites, logged in as you of course, and no. Mizz Clayborn didn't know that."Excuse me, Terri, how did you know my name?" It's on your nameplate. I read it." Terri smiled sweetly. Disarmingly."Oh, goodness, child," Mizz Clayborn said. "That's very good." She picked up her telephone and punched the keypad. "Mrs. Greybill? I have the Addisons here if you're ready for them." She paused. "Yes, ma'am. I'll direct them to your office." She turned her attention back to us. "If you'd take that hall over there, about halfway down is Mrs.. Are you turned on by Mommy with her clothes off?" I gulp an affirmative. "Mommy didn't hear that, baby." "Yes," I choke out, mouth dry as a desert. "Yes, what?" Normally when she said this, she meant for me to say "yes ma'am" like the polite Southern girl I am. This time, I don't think that's what she wants. She keeps saying Mommy. . . Does she want me to call her that? Even though she knows what we're doing right now. . . it's a sin. Does that turn her on? To be deliberately sinful? "Yes,. Finally full inside you, you rock forward, and inch your way back down on us.I pull your hair back and force myself and him all the way in, I hear you let out a moan from our two meaty cocks. In unison we continue to fuck you. I slap your ass, giving you a nice little hand print, we go faster, and faster, stuffing you over, and over.Mr guy says he is ready to cum and you pull yourself off of us. I want it all over me and as he slides out from under you he stands up and starts stroking it. Soon.