The following day we spent at Rob’s house but could only cope with some moderate petting. By day three, our sexual candles relit. Rob joined me at m... home, and we made out in bed. My fud wasn’t yet ready for action, but both of our irrepressible cocks were. We shared several luscious sixty-nines over the day. Indeed, we were so enthralled that we almost got caught. We heard the front door open, and my Mum and sister come in. Luckily, they went straight to the kitchen and stayed there long. Slipping my cock between her beautiful lips, I proceeded to fuck her for all I was worth. Her throat made that incredible gagging sound as she took it all, her arms out, bracing herself against the walls of the stall. I was starting to lose control, and I think she wanted me to; but I wanted her to finish me. I didn't want to use her mouth; I wanted her to make me come like my wife hadn't in so long. Before I reached the point of no return, I stopped, caressed her cheek. The look on her face. He grabbed it’s and was thrusting it into me. In no time I was squirting. Then he flipped me around and put his big cock in my pussy. It was good he had me as wet as he did. He had to go slow at first, stretching me. But soon he was fucking me hard, making me take it all, going hard and harder with each trust. I could stop myself from saying how big he was compared to my ex and how it was just what I needed. He was coming close to finishing and flipped me around again. He fucked my face then. Michelle crawled down looking on the floor at me, "what just happened, did you just do what I think you did?" Stumbling for the right words, all I could get out was, "I was looking for something and tripped". With a sly look, Michelle calmly sat up and told me how she wasn't mad, and if she was right, she was only mad because she didn't get to experience it. She started asking more questions about what I did. I was shocked to hear these questions. "Did you cum in me?, did you put it in my.