" When the baby was finished, I watched Alan expertly do a changing, putit to bed, and then change into a new top. This one was low cut, andshowed ama...ing cleavage. He caught me staring, and a strange look cameover his face. It was like ... pride. "Ah, Alan, how do you feel about your ... cleavage?" I asked him. "Well, it's funny. I used to be so ashamed, but lately I get this warmglow when someone notices my breasts. I was in the store the other day,and a couple of college guys were checking. Outsiders were moving to their village these days, saying it was traditional and authentic and an easy drive to their office in town. This woman Natalie didn’t need to commute though. She was renting the cottage on Bakery Lane, she said, and had moved in just a couple of days ago. Dennis’s heart sank a little deeper. That used to be Mrs. Scott’s house and it was right behind theirs, which meant that Margaret would undoubtedly meet this woman too. This was going to cause trouble, he could feel. But such an intense frenzy could never be sustained. It took less than half a minute for the urges Paul had been supressing to find their release. He came deep inside her.He had no idea he had so much to give. There were so many ejaculations, and Paul loved every last one of them. He felt his energy draining and pouring in to Marcy, until finally he felt like just a paper shell of a man who could’ve been blown over by a light breeze.Paul collapsed gently on top of her, their asynchronous. He swallows as I moan and squeeze his hair and thrust my hips. He squeezes as I cum, intensifying my orgasm so I yell, "ohhh!". He takes the last of my cum, one last suck on the head, and he looks up at me. He is beautiful, and I love him. I kiss him, deeply and passionately, becoming hard as I do. He feels this and becomes erect again too. I ask him to let me fuck him. He smiles and agrees. "Anything.", he says. I get him to his hands and knees, his pretty, pale, round bottom displayed to me..