Why? She had nothing to fear. He was at fault, not her.He looks so unhappy, she thought. I caused that look. My unhealthy, immoral desire for him... w...ait! Why is he merely unhappy? He should look disgusted. He should be angry and revolted. She pulled up a chair and sat across from him."I'm sorry," they both said at the same time.Stunned by what they heard, each studied the other. Both looked confused. Both wondered if they had misread the situation. And they both started to speak again at the. "It was too much to handle, but I had to finish this story with no happy ending: "I took this decision for both, but it's never been about us, it was only about me, my selfishness. He never knew anything, he never knew why I kicked him out of the door... Dylan, now... Now he's dead and I missed the chance to let him know anything. I missed the chance to tell him that I was madly in love with him, I missed the chance to admit my hate for him was another way to hate myself. Cause I still love. I entered Karen easily now and I watched as my cock was swallowed up by her lean frame, all of it, as I thrust slow but long, and as I forced every last inch of me into her deliciously wet cunt, right up to my balls.The sound of our fucking would become quite loud in the still summer air around surrounding us, an intense squishing sound as I moved in and out of her tight body, followed by the constant slap of skin as our thighs met.I would forget to pull out and discharge my cum deep inside my. I crooked my finger at Wanda and she spun around and planted that sweet pussy of hers on my mouth, it smelled so good and tasted even better. Some guys are put off by the smell of pussy, but I love the aroma of a fresh pussy. I soon had Wanda moaning and then I felt Debbie's mouth pull off of me and then her pussy sliding down my shaft as she mounted me and began to pump up and down, her hands on her niece's tight chest as she did. It was like a synchronization, as all three of us orgasmed.