“Brent, I believe you briefly met my lovely wife Mary before, and Mary, I know you remember meeting Brent.”
Mary struggles to a standing position as Brent reaches her, lifting her arms for a welcoming hug and cheek kiss. XXX She tried to say something in a shocked, or perhaps outraged tone, but the sound was muffled by the pressure of Brent’s lips against hers. Mary choked hard, her pulled forward head keeping her throat at an angle that would not accept the swollen head of my cock. Mary had barely come to a jiggling stop on the couch when Brent pushed his pants and boxer shorts down. Mary barely had time to whimper “No, not you too!” then closed her eyes at the close view of my oozing cock-head, just before my right fist punched her full in the nose.
