Did I regret having overridden the protests of a girlfriend I was trying to feel up? Philosophically, yes. Practically, I could still remember the cha...ge I got when she came on my finger and I spurted between hers. She had to have wanted it, right?“We need to talk.” I learned playing with the kids when I got home from work was not ‘babysitting,’ it was being a father. My wife’s vagina was not an open tunnel constantly awaiting my cock to fill it. My job didn’t actually require ten hours a day. The warm, tickly spasms, which were coming from my fingers, as they played with my clit. Phil’s cock was fully hard now. His foreskin was gliding up and down, intermittently uncovering the rich, pink swollen head. It had a moist appearance, as if lubricated by a little precum. That made me so horny. I wanted to taste him, to feel that warm, salty fluid slip down my throat. I was so turned on! I worked two, then three fingers into my now sopping wet cunt, until my knuckles were swallowed by my. Opening my mouth I slipped the swollen reddish/purple head of his cock between my moist red lips and engulfed him in my warm mouth. I slowly bobbed my head, moving my mouth up and down his thick shaft, occasionally stopping to run my tongue around the base and suck the head, and lick his balls. I was practically worshiping it as I worked it in my mouth. Chris’s breath was coming in gasps when he grabbed the sides of my head and started thrusting his hips forward, forcing his throbbing cock. I work 16, 17, 18 hour days sometimes. Got to nail those billable hours. That has to ease up a little and I want to live long enough to enjoy my money, you know," Carver chuckled."Vacation is usually longer than a day. I'm game for that," Sally agreed, gesturing about Carver, to which I nodded."Master wants me to fuck you now, Carver. Guess you might have a chance to knock me up after all, however small it is," Sally informed our guest."What a splendid start to my vacation, then!" Carver said.