I took a seat on the edge of her bed. My prick, safely tucked away, had shriveled to a shadow of its former glory. I felt a lump in my throat. If I di...n't come up with something good, fast, I was cooked. I opted for the truth, or at least a near-truth."Honey, I'm sure you've noticed your mother has been letting herself go a bit, haven't you?" Well, maybe, but you're supposed to love her anyway. What if I told her about this?" Sweetheart, I do love her — that's why I'm here right now, and was. But, as much as he worried, there was also a seed of curiosity in him. What was this lifestyle really like? Did John really except Charlotte’s promiscuity? Could he accept such a lifestyle?These were all questions Gary asked himself as he sat on the couch in pyjama bottoms and a t-shirt.Gary thought about John and Charlotte’s relationship. How did it work? Did John sleep in a spare-room when Charlotte was entertaining her lovers? Maybe he was more involved? Maybe he listened in, or maybe he. He stood alongside my open door, his cock dripping with a dew-drop of semen suspended from its eye, 'Do you cum here often', he asked with cocky self assurance, then again what man wouldn't, he had just emptied his balls into my mouth.But his double pun did make me laugh, and I quietly replied for him to politely, 'Fuck Off' 'I like to hear women talk dirty', he retorted, 'Now how about cleaning you dirty work'?I turned my head and looked up at him for the first time, and noted he was looking. I stooped forward and grabbed her hanging boobs and began to smashed hard, I also caressed the nipples with thumbs and index fingers.After about 15 minutes or so I rolled her body and laid her on her back on the bed but her legs remained outside the bed. I raised her legs and kept on my shoulders and thus I shoved my penis and began to fuck hard. I asked her YOU ARE EXPERIENCED, AREN’T? YESWITH HOW MUCH? NOT MORE, ONLY TWO WILL YOU TELL ME, WHO ARE THEY?She hesitated for a while and smiled,.