1. Rosie and Steve - Part 6


    Date: 7/17/2015, Categories: Fiction, Romance, Wife, Author: SteveX, Rating: 69.2, Source: sexstories.com

    fucked John, and the morning after, Rosie's face and her words as his friend took her in the shower. He was in a mess of his own making and it was too late to put it back how it was. He felt like he had nothing to tie him to Rosie any more. Both the girls he thought were his own flesh and blood were another man's daughters. He loved them both equally. He'd raised Bea as his own, as John had raised Melissa; they had vowed not to have the girls tested, that both would be brought up as their own despite not knowing who the fathers were, but curiosity, or something more nefarious, had driven Rosie to find the identity of her daughter's real father. He hesitated as he reached Georgie's front door, his hand holding onto the pulled out knocker, he took a deep breath and knocked. The door opened almost immediately and Georgie pulled him in, he had little time to take in the view of the spacious hallway as the door closed behind him, then Georgie was in his arms, covering his face with kisses. He reached behind her and grabbed her bum as she jumped up, wrapping her legs around his waist, hugging him tighter, kissing him urgently. He moved towards a chaise longue beside the stairs and laid her down, she released her arms and reclined as Steve kissed her neck. Arching her back and pulling up her t-shirt, Steve kissed her bare breasts, flicking her hard nipples with his tongue and sucking them. His hand travelled slowly up her bare leg, bunching her short skirt up around her waist and ...
    finding her shaved pussy, moist with anticipation as his finger parted her easily. She moaned as he rubbed her clit, applying pressure as she ran her hands through his hair, his finger penetrating her slowly, her breath quickening. He kissed her mouth, his finger, fully inserted into her, was joined by another. She kissed him hungrily as she tried to unbutton his shirt but faltered, gripping the edge of the seat as her orgasm peaked and she cried out. He removed his fingers and sucked them as she lay back, panting, looking at him through starry eyes as she recovered her composure. He stood, she took his proffered hand, swung her luscious legs around and sat up. Steve sat beside her as she held his hand on her lap. He could feel her thigh shaking, thrumming like an electrical current running through her. "I..." He started, but she put a finger to his lips. "You wouldn't be here if we weren't meant to be together." She said. He smiled and nodded, then she got up and, still holding his hand, led him upstairs. Rosie returned home. Fully expecting another shouting match, she was surprised that the house seemed empty. She noticed a glow on the landing which must have coming from one of the bedrooms, so she climbed the stairs apprehensively. Rosie found the girls in Bea's room, both fast asleep on the bed in front of the forgotten television. She turned it off, Beatrice stirred and turned over, Rosie kissed her cheek and whispered, "Night honey." Then she went to her own room, threw ...
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