. oh!" He thrust his ass off of the bench to meet my husbands down stroke to plant himself as deeply as he could as he came.The move caught Greg off g...ard and made him yelp slightly. I watched as the man was wracked with several spasms as he came. He finally pushed my husband off and stood up. He kissed my husband on the forehead and told him, "Thanks, man. I loved using your ass. Let me give you my card. We should get together sometime. With you and your wife. You guys are wild!" He handed. He was 19 and staying with us while he went to college since he couldn't afford to live in the dorms. He was also drop dead gorgeous. Tommy was always being told that he could be a model if he wanted to. With his sculpted face, short black hair, tanned skin, and round ass. He had an athletic build with that lean musculature that guys that age always seem to get. No surprise considering he was on the gymnastics team at his college.I wanted him.I know I shouldn't because I was married to his. The first meeting went well; Mary was happy to talk with him and they got on well.A couple of days later, Richie had to fly north for a few weeks, so they were able to ease into their relationship by phone, SMS, and internet chat. I was pleased to see how well and how quickly things were progressing.When he was due back, Mary asked me if she should offer to pick him up from the airport and take him home. Her forwardness both surprised and pleased me. As you can imagine, I became excited and. It also explained why he would be in his bed at eight of an evening.The service was indeed short, and conducted mainly in Latin, but I remembered enough from the school room to understand. Then the coffin, accompanied by the Curé, Annette and the girls, was taken down to the Blanchard family tomb in the crypt. A short time later they reappeared, and the service was over.A cold collation was served in the dining room, but I decided to harness Hercules and Atlas and do some ploughing—proving to.