She felt a shudder of revulsion every time she looked at her husband, and the memory of the bestial anal assault he had perpetrated on her seared her ...rain like a branding iron, giving no respite to her jumbled thoughts of revenge and hate. She had retreated into herself since that terrible evening, refusing to listen to his feeble explanations, her hurt and disgust feeding and strengthening the anger that was germinating inside her, a slow, seething anger that wouldn't be appeased quickly.. He gasps for air again. “Not there” he says. But instead of retracting he leans backwards, giving my finger more room. I decide to listen to his body and caress his tight hole more. His breathing turns into moan after moan. His head is thrown back and his eyes stare into infinity. He then makes a sound I’ll cherish forever. He first tries to stop it. I hear the sound in this throat until he opens his mouth again. “ah!” he exclaims. It feels as if his entire body is pulsating. A small explosion. "It's ok Mrs. Jameson," Davy replied as he returned the hug."You can call me mom from now on. From what I gather you and Cindy are getting close, and I couldn't be happier because you're a great person in my book," she said as she released him. Standing there, she looked at both of the teens, and said, "Now there are sodas in the fridge, Davy your books are on the table. Sorry, but it's homework time for both of you!" Yes mom," Cindy said as she opened the door and pulled out a 2-liter of coke. I kept at it though as he kept shooting load after load for what seemed an eternity. He finally stopped and I let his deflating cock just slide from my mouth. He was running his fingers softly through my hair telling me how wonderful that was. Finally he bent down and gave me a kiss and said, "You need to get out of those clothes girl because it's time to send you to the moon."I did need to get out of my clothes because I was so wet I was soaking through even the front of my slacks. I disrobed.