‘How does she even survive?’ Tim wonders. He ties up the garbage, carries it to the living room door, and goes into the bedroom to grab his khakis... telling Abbie he will be right back. He hurries down the hall as the ripe food is smelling a bit and tosses the bag down the trash chute. Going back to the flat, Tim returns to the bedroom, strips out of his shorts, and tells Abbie he has cleaned her kitchen but doesn't say that doing so opens a whole new side of her to him.(Now perhaps Tim is. Would you mind terribly if I tried yours?"Of course I said yes.It didn't take long until I was ready to cum in her mouth. But naturally, she wouldn't let me."Veronica, your pussy is absolutely delicious. But unfortunately this seems to be making your pussy swell even more. If I didn't know better I'd think it was a cock full of cum. I think I better stop for a while or it might explode. Why don't you suck on my pussy some more, Veronica?"I sucked on her pussy until Victoria couldn't stand it. ' So we climbed out of the pool together, and found a vacant mattress nearby. I made him eat my cunt first until I had my first orgasm of the evening as he sucked on my clit. Then he pushed eagerly into me. This time he lasted for about ten strokes before I felt him pulsing inside me, depositing his second load of cum in my cunt. It was much more satisfying than his first, premature ejaculation. While he was still on top of me, and before his cock slipped out of me he lifted his head and gave. "It's just so unfair," I managed to barelywhisper before I started crying. "It's just so unfair..."My name is Alvin Jones, not that it really matters for the purpose ofthis story, and I am 49 years old. I live in Los Angeles, California andhave worked for the same truck company since I was 24. The woman cryingnext to me is my wife, Rachel. She's two years older than me and we bothorigin from the suburbs of LA. The child we're crying about is our sonHector, who up until just two years before his.