I did, deep, holding, jetting my load deep in my lover's v****a. I rolled off, panting. Susan lay on top of me. I could feel our fluids running out over my soft p***s and balls. She kissed me lightly.
"Miss me?"
I kissed her back, "Like air to a drowning man."
Her lips caressed my ear as she whispered, "Am I a better f**k than our daughter?"
It seemed like ten minutes I lay there, all the possibility's racing through my mind. She knew. I went with my gut.
"Not better, just different."
My wife moved her hips, rubbing her soft v****a on my exhausted c**k.
"Good answer. I think this would be a good time for a confession."
I opened my mouth to tell my tale. She kissed me lightly, "Not you. I know all about you. Me."
Once again, my mind raced. The conclusion was obvious, Molly had shar
