He knew every action, every motion they would make, for it had become a ritual over the years. He was aroused and wanted her, but... but what? What wa... nagging at the back of his mind? What was wrong with their lovemaking? Was it the sameness? Had he gotten to take her for granted after all this time, and the original thrill he had experienced when she was new to him been replaced by a complacency of familiarity? He loved his wife, but the spice was gone. He lifted his head and lay his cheek. She had a terrific urge to grab at his cock.Unable to stand it any longer, the hot cunted divorcee excused herself for a while so she could go inside and finger-fuck. Entering the house, she slipped out of her shorts and halter and flopped out on the bed. The more she thought about the youth, the more excited she was getting.No longer able to control her wild passions, she dipped her finger into the swampy hotness of her smoldering cuntslit. The heady scent of her own pussy seemed to further. He wondered idly if it would be a head shot, or somewhere in his midsection. He’d never been shot before. He halfway wondered what it would feel like, if it would be insanely painful immediately. He realized that nothing mattered, if he was going to get shot. He tensed his body, and prepared to leap up and try and defend himself. He didn’t get that far.The shot blasted in his ears, and it was loud. Way louder than what he’d guessed it would be. He mentally felt along his body for the wound,. He longed to give her a fuck which would make all of Jody's future fucks pale by comparison. And so Greg deliberately held back, using every bit of concentration to stop himself before coming."Ohhh, Daddy, it feels soooo good," the young teenager groaned, lifting her ass up from the floor and thrusting her pussy up at her daddy's prick.Greg fucked down into her at the same instant, reaming out her cunt more and more violently with each plunge. Jody's swollen cuntlips rode up and down on his.