I'm sure he wouldn't like that, andthat was cutting off the nose to spite the face, wasn't it? Maybe Icould make her ugly? swap it so that he'd find t...his bitch lessattractive? Gah, no. My brain was completely flooded with ugly hatefuljealousy and I wasn't thinking clearly at all.I needed to be better than this. I needed to accept the fact that Evanwas an attractive person, that any girl would be lucky to have him, andthat despite that, he chose me. I just needed to focus on the fact thatour. I want you to cum hard all over your boy’s cock, cum for me, mom—cum for Joy.”As he spoke, his thrusts had reached an unbelievable crescendo. It was too much for any woman to bear. I felt a huge volcano of an orgasm about to erupt. Before I could even anticipate its eruption, my orgasm came over me like a hurricane. I found myself shrieking uncontrollably.Then the orgasm shredded my whole body into pieces. My pussy juices started to spray, drenching hubby’s cock, balls, and abdomen. He savored. Sloan whom she had come to see.Horace Sloan was sitting behind the desk engaged in his favorite occupation: shuffling papers. Horace was the consummate bureaucrat. At age forty, he was a veteran of over fifteen years of paper-pushing wars. Although a senior hospital administrator, he had next to no idea of the operation or mission of the hospital. But no matter: Paper pushing was paper pushing wherever it was found, and so were the bureaucrats.Horace operated on a single overriding principle. That’s what mattered. I arrived back home and walked through the door. Three sets of eyes turned around in surprise and focused on me as I tiredly wandered in. Fuck! I had forgotten Courtney’s mother and brother were visiting. I first looked at Courtney, who was trying to hold back her laugh. I then looked at her brother Jason, whose grin was ear to ear. Finally, I looked at Courtney’s mother, a short blond-haired lady in her late forties.“Hun, your tit is hanging out,” she said matter.