****************************************** The morning after, I awoke to the dull thump that I quickly learned to associate with Beckeys preferenc... in music. Sitting up, I wearily rubbed my eyes, trying to clear the light fog that seemed to have settled there. As was every morning these days, I found myself wearing nothing but a steel-hard cock, but didn't take any special notice of it . . . I'd gone to bed early enough the previous night, having chatted to Beckey for an hour. She. I was so horny knowing you were watching me. Seeing you spurt made me cum so hard. It was worth making an excuse to go outside and clean up your spunk.” Corinne was moving into the room as she spoke. It was a rare jumble of items, not least old furniture. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you all weekend,” the boy said, following her. “Well I hope you’ve got some spunk left over for me,” Corinne giggled. She found what she wanted now, an old desk she could lean over, her hands moving back to. “You did indeed.” I whisper. When I wake, he isn't on me, he’s rolled back onto his side of the bed. I slip out of bed and decide to make him breakfast in bed as a thank you. I’m happy, and remind myself at how lucky I truly am to have a man love me so much. I know what he likes and begin the coffee and decide on bacon and cheddar omelet’s for breakfast. I know it’s his favourite. I fantasize about him coming down from bed and coming up behind me and having his way all over again. The desires. She sat with her "sugar daddy" on the couch as he slowly put his arm around her and started feeling her soft, smooth skin. I started taking a couple pictures at that point, which he was ok with as long as he wasn’t able to be identified. To make things flow more smoothly, I suggested I go down to the lobby to let them get to know each other. He gives me a thumbs up as my wife wastes no time in unzipping his pants and lowering her head into his lap to start sucking his cock.At this point, I left.