Now, make us some breakfast. Id wobbled to the stove and cooked them scrambled eggs and sausage, which I served them on our wedding china. Alex insist...d on nothing but the best for his Kristy. I look at the clock again. Three-thirty. The sounds from the other room have quieted down a bit. Theres no laughter and cheering from the men, only a single sound and its even worse. I recognize it immediately. Its the sound of my wife being fucked. Shes moaning and calling his name. Alex, oh fuck, yes!. The swaying motion was givingme such a sexual high, but surprisingly, seemed not to be bringing meany closer to cumming. The tip of my rod is aflame with pleasure, as ifbeing tickled tenderly with a fine feather, and throbbing routinelywithout me making it, But the instructions do not seem to be passing tothe little motor which fires the cum! If I could bottle whatever wascausing this, I'd make a fortune! Think of it, no premature ejaculationproblems, just intense sexual pleasure going on and. It took three swallows to absorb her husband’s semen. Bo squirmed with a satisfaction that didn’t need words.Lisa breathed for a moment, brushed a lock of her blond hair from her face and said, “Oh baby. Your cock is truly amazing and I like the taste.”“As sweet as a spoonful of molasses?”“No, not that sweet, but as creamy as a vanilla shake.” She moved her hand from the base of Bo’s phallus and squeezed upward to its tip, draining the final drops onto her tongue.Bo started to descend from his. No one but me, that is.I enter the booth and push the hundred-dollar-bill through the hole with my hand, and, gruffly disguising my voice, I say, "I want your asshole. Press it up against the hole so I can fuck it. I'll be gentle. I have lube. Give me what I want."She doesn't even hesitate. Jesus, what kind of slut have I raised? My daughter snatched the bill from my hand and - just like that - her little sphincter is pressed against the hole.Once she's in position, I waste no time, bending.