"Fuck my asshole!" I then put it back inside, but not in her ass. She gave a sudden yelpas I slammed my cock into her soaking wet pussy from behind, ...ausing her tiny body to lurch forward along the table. "Ohhhhh, fucccccckkkk," she cursed as I resumed fucking her wet hole. "Where do you want my cum, slut?" I asked, giving her ass another slap. "I don't care!" she moaned. "You can fucking cum anywhere you want! Inmy pussy, in my ass, all over my fucking face! Just do it!" With that, I let. "Can you smell your wife Mike?" He asked."Yes I can" Mike quietly answered.I felt another huge slap on my arse cheek. "Tell your husband what he needs to call me slut" Marlon ordered as his hand hit me again. "Call him sir Mike, you must always call him Sir" I told him.Mike surprisingly obeyed. "Yes sir I can" he said as Marlon kept his nose pushed up against my pussy."You smell how wet her pussy is right now don't you?" Marlon asked him."Yes sir I do" Your wife's pussy has never felt so wet. Her mother put her hand on her shoulder and said not now. Ann said he has to stay there for a couple of more weeks. As they say talking Beth noticed Ann rubbing her chest. Ann said, I'll pay for it if you'd go get some takeout. Beth's mother asked if Beth could stay. Smiling Ann said of course. As Ann rubbed her chest again Beth asked, why did you keep rubbing your chest. Ann said, they're full of milk and they hurt. After a few minutes Ann said, I need to release some. Beth asked, can I help.. Back to daydreaming almost immediately, the massage ended far differently than her going to take a nap in his mind. It was hardly the first time he’d imagined being with her, either. He’d even gone so far as to research pregnancy sex positions on the internet, just to make his fantasies – and masturbation sessions – more real. Even when he was dating someone and having sex regularly, Marie still filled any lonely nights. There was far more than sex to his fantasies. He’d admitted to himself.