It's a warm sunny summer afternoon. I lay on the terrace and sunning myself. While I had read a book while I noticed how there was a rustling in the b...ushes. I thought nothing of it at first, thinking it might be a cat, and read my book on. But again and again there was a rustling in the bushes, so I was intrigued, and then ran to the bushes. But I could not see. Put me back on my couch and me on sunned. I did not realize that watching me the whole time 2 men aged 22 years. Time passed and it. They knew this was an odd assignment, what with all the rumors of Russian scientific experiments in the heartland and missing staff. She looked at her watch. “You’re also three hours early,” Abby said to the closed door. She put her hand on the knob, unlocked it, and swung the door open. “Well, hello, former Lieutenant Kerns.” Abby’s doppelganger stood in the door. It was like looking in a mirror. Everything was the same, down to the identical intelligence pin on their ascots. “What?” Abby. I really tried to calm her down," Jim protested. "I really thought that if we did it once, it would be over. It meant nothing, you know that I love you."Sara felt a little relief that Jim was not going to try to get out of this. At least he admitted to the affair. The problem was that she knew that this wasn't the first time Jim had strayed. She had never made a fuss before because she knew that none of his indiscretions were serious or long lasting, but she now realized that enough was enough.. Over and over...until she was weak from repeated orgasms.Theresa was nervous. In one part of her mind, she hoped that the cock she was sucking with such ardor...or the one plowing through the molten furrow of her overheated pussy...belonged to her husband. On the other hand, the aroused and lustful part of her mind...the one that loved her hubby’s kinky nature...hoped that it was two complete strangers using her mouth and cunt like the holes in a blow-up fuckdoll. Either way, there was one.