Suspiciously, neither Brad nor any of the guys from my wing were there, so it was just me and The Girls.Erin, the 3-West RA, headed towards us when sh... saw all of The Girls eating together, but seemed to change her mind about halfway towards our table. With a glare in my direction she veered to the side and joined a few other RAs sitting along the far wall. I got a wave and sympathetic look from Laura, but it was still a bit disappointing that even after two months Erin would tolerate my. "Oooo, arrrs, fuck, oh yeah", escaping from my wife's mouth as Nigel fucked her. "Oh she's nasty, she loves it", were a couple of Nigel's words, "Of course she loves it, she loves cock", were some of mine. Then, as usual, Nigel pulled out and rushed to my wife's face and spewed is cum, he doesn't jack off, the cum just oozes out as he so often aimed for her lips and ensuring both sides of her face got splattered, fuck she looked like a hot slut. She got off the bed to obvious go clean the cum. Martha slept like a log beside me. Even after a good night's sleep, I was grumpy; I was ready for life to ease up. Nothing was turning out the way I wanted it to.Two weeks left in New York. I had a hard run through Central Park, trying to run past unease and frustration but feeling it keeping pace with me. When I arrived at Martha's I was covered with sweat.Martha was in the kitchen shower. She swept aside the shower curtain and peered out at me. I stood in the living room, panting, pulling my. .. that's... Yes!”Her juices gushed out onto me. She bucked, her rump clenching beneath my kneading fingers. I lapped up the hot cream flooding out of her. That sweet passion melted on my tongue. I savored it, my dick throbbing.“Ooh, did you just cum?” Linda asked after popping her lips off the married woman's nipple.“Yes!” gasped Lauren. “Oh, my god, Mr. Mayor! Oh, yes, yes!”“Mmm, and that means you're ready to be fucked.” My wife glanced at me. “To be bred by my husband.”“I am!” Lauren.