”, Sandra chipped in, “We'll make our own rules.”“So what are your rules?”, mum wanted to know.“That's an interesting question, one that w... haven’t discussed so far, We know that Ron has been fucking you at home. We don't want to make a rule that would try to stop that.”“And,” Maria added, “Ron and Sandra have been fucking during the day, at work. There's no point in a rule that opposes that.”“So,” Reg summed up, “I think that the only rule that would make sense for us would be 'No secret sex'. When I stand up and walk (into the kitchen to make another white russian with my knock-me-down-and-fuck-me pumps on, my already jutting but just longs for, well, what it long for. I have what I call my red “blow job” colored lipstick on my pouty lips. I’m lighting up a fresh 100’s – so I’m drinking and smoling alone. So, here we go….After my first big black cock, it took nearly a month before my husband felt anything like he used to – if you remember, I had been thoroughly and painfully. How could I possibly be fucking something so arousing and not lose control and cum? The numerous times we had fucked in the past weeks, I had become so wrapped up in what I was doing that there was no stopping or holding back. I told her I didn't think I could keep from cumming...but she demanded I do my best. "If you cum before I tell you that you can, We're not fucking for at least a week...so you better just find some way to control yourself, lover."I worried....I didn't want to ruin what I. "What did your father mean about boys, back there?" I asked.She smiled at me, looking as pretty as most young women do at that age. "Oh, I had a lot a'boy friends, lots a'swains mooning about." You did?" I asked raising an eyebrow. "You're kind of young." Uh huh, an' paw always thought we was doin' wrong out there." Were you?" I asked."Sometimes," she said, "one or two of the older boys showed me how to do it up in the loft and out behind a hayrick. It was fun, mostly." Wasn't there one you'd.