AR Returns Ch35

Adella’s at peace with the fact that Riley cannot comfortably fit her cock in her mouth. It’s all right. Adella doesn’t need to feel it in there. She gets the most pleasure from stroking Riley’s silky hair and watching her. Besides, Riley has developed some techniques to compensate, and she’s getting pretty good. A little tugging on the base. A little focus on the foreskin. A little sucking on the head with the very occasional probing at the urethra with the tongue.

They’re haphazardly on the sofa, at risk of falling off. Their clothes are askew so that cocks are out. Riley hungrily does her very best and it’s working. Adella doesn’t have to act cool or be composed when they’re alone like this at her place. She gasps and grunts without inhibition.

“Mmm,” Riley mumbles.

“Ah,” Adella cries, tensing. She feels Riley’s fingertip on her perineum, pressing hard. “Ungh!”

AR Returns

Teeth clenched, Mary tenses from head to toe on her bed. Beads of moisture covering her large, pale breasts catch the lamplight as they bounce with the sudden jerk of her body. She opens her mouth wide, her hips rising off the bed.

Then she drops with a heavy jiggle, her hand falling on the damp towel underneath her. In it, her vibrator continues to buzz. She automatically reaches down with her free hand and rubs gently around her pussy, breathing hard as she comes down from the orgasm.

Her hair is still wrapped in a towel. She should have thought this out instead of just opening her robe and towel and lying down. She needs to change these sheets.

She’d rather think about chores than other things, but she doesn’t have a choice. Jess is not much of an actress.

Mary gazes at the ceiling, still uncomprehending. What is happening? She is 99% certain that was Jess in Riley’s bedroom. That 1% of doubt, and perhaps hope, is killing her. And what about Adella? What about Stef? Do they know about this?

Mary can hardly believe that Riley would cheat, but things have escalated so quickly with FUTA. She didn’t really expect Riley to bring home someone like Adella. Riley’s always been pretty and talented, but she understandably struggled with her confidence growing up. Maybe that’s changed.

But she’s an adult now. This is none of Mary’s business.

Mary turns off the vibrator. She needs to get up, but she doesn’t. She lies there. The images are intrusive and purely imaginary: her daughter on top of Jess, of all people.

And then there are memories. Stuff that happened with Nadia, Stef, and Carla. Ellen, too. Those memories aren’t the clearest due to time and ****, but… there’s a lot.

That 1% isn’t going to work. Mary has to know.