It felt great- long, thick and rock hard. While he pumped my cunt with his fingers, I stroked his cock until I felt him pull away and move behind me. ... Without much ceremony, his thumbs pried my cunt open and his cock pressed against me. I was so wet the first few inches sank in easily and he pulled back and buried the rest with one long stroke. I tried to keep quiet but I couldn’t help moaning when I felt his balls grind into my mound. Holly came over, concerned. “Are you. Time is a flywheel whirring in reverse, whistling softly. Today I will take the metro, at the same time of course. The wheels will squeak and squeal in just the same way. I will breathe in the people and the scent of their lives. I will get off at Gran Via. The train will slip away, leaving my nose filled with tunnel air, stale and temporary. I will walk to Puerta del Sol, past painted young women offering morning sex. I will enter the cafe. I will hear the rattle of silver spoons on china. My mom said: "do you realize that our son witnessed the climax" "you told me that you have locked the door" "take him to bed now" "come up with an excuse"He took me by his hand and took me out of my parents bedroom. Then he closed the door behind his back and guided me back into my c***dren's room.I asked my father why the stranger is in my parents bedroom.He put me to bed and told me that adults do more things than sleeping in a bed. He said to me that mom had sex.My father explained to me. “You did the cuckold ceremony?” Martin asked.Jen smiled, “No we did the conventional wedding.”“You can still change it to the cuckold marriage,” Martin quickly replied.Jen’s eyes opened even bigger as Martin moved his chair closer to her.Monique was chatting to me and Martin was chatting to my wife as the drinks flowed. I could see that Jen had an attraction to Martin by the was that she was looking at him and on more than one occasion, I saw him place his hand on her knee; she didn’t bat an.