Home after my second enlistment, Cindy begged me not to return for a third. She was a teacher. I didn't have to go. She pleaded, "So why?" "Because I ...eed to go," I insisted, "The country needs me, my team needs me." My head was messed up. "I need you!" We argued. Cindy said she would not, could not wait anymore. She wanted a divorce. The worry was torture. "Not till I get back," I said, "In case something happens." If she still wanted a divorce when I got back I promised I'd give her the damn. She looked me in the eye and urged me "fuck me, fuck me!" I placed my thick shaft to her glistening pussy lips. I pushed forward slowly and immediately sank into her hot butter. I was perfectly happy with this slow pace, but Kitty quickly grew impatient. She wrapped her arms and legs around me and pulled hard, forcing me balls deep into her tight depths. She closed her eyes and held me in blissful rapture for a few minutes before ordering me to fuck her hard. I knew it was wrong, but just. Her eyelids fluttered open to catch him staring, eyes tracing the path of her fingers as they worked their magic on her body. For extra effect, she slipped two fingers inside her opening and moaned as she rubbed the front wall. Scott moved forward a few steps, arousal evident even in the way he stood. “Come here,” Kayla whispered huskily. Scott obeyed, stopping just in front of her so that she could see him between her splayed legs. “Now take off your clothes.” It seemed that she only had to. “When did you start shaving your cock and balls, BIG brother? You could have asked me or mom for help!” Though technically correct, I was just seven minutes older than she was. She smiled and reached out for my cock. After several strokes she said, “Mmm, no stubble. Feel how smooth it is, mom.” Before pulling me closer to mom, she slowly jerked and squeezed me. I groaned. “We better be gentle. It feels like he’s ready to blow.” Mom gently feathered my cock with her hand as Yazi pulled up my sac.