I quietly went through my morning ritual. Jenny was in a light sleep and starting to wake up. Before I left the bathroom I left the test kit with her ...oothbrush and mouthwash. Those were the first things she did every morning like clockwork.I worked in the kitchen getting things ready to go on the stove. I was working on homemade hash-brown potatoes this morning. I cut the potatoes up nice and small and did the same with an onion. I threw the ingredients into an oiled pan and added some parsley. She looked fantastic despite the allure of Helen I wanted to shag my wife and she wanted me too. I put two pillow underneath her and began my technique of “bellending her”. She’s not one for deep penetration on her back, loves deep doing doggy, but little and often on her front. She came within moments and as she did she reached out and squeezed one of Helen’s tits which were smashing against each other as Joe boned her from behined. I could tell the wife was really sexed up her cum was. She tasted really sweet. I then pulled out my fully erect penis and raped her with uncontrolled lust as it has been very long since my last victim. I did it with me on top of her and then I changed position and flipped her onto my body instead. Her soft, fragrant hair covered my head and I kissed her uncontrollably. Finally, I stood up and held her in a sitting position impaled on top of my penis while I finally burst into her. If she became pregnant and gave birth, the baby would be my son. The head was a deep pink, and it looked nothing less than a one-eyed monster!Velamma could not help admiring his tool as he held it in his fist and commenced his strokes. They were long, and his strong hands pumped his penis from its tip to its base, stretching it till the cockhead changed color to a deep crimson. But then, the gardener’s face took a troubled expression.“What’s the matter? Don’t you find me as sexy as your wife?” asked Vela.“You are, but I’m used to my wife’s touch. Perhaps if.