I stick my head in the door. I look at my daughter laying there on the bed. I look her directly in the eye. "Anna? Bad news honey. Your mother is sick...and is staying home today."AnnaI turn off the alarm, and stay in bed, unwilling to see if mom's already up. When I hear a knock on my door my first thought is that she's coming to check in on me. Not that she usually knocks. But it's my dad putting his head through the door. He tells me that mom's going to be home today and what I feel isn't. Little Eli jumped up and grabbed the bills his dad had in his hand and ran for the door. He saw the boy walking down the street with his head down and whistled loudly. When the boy turned around, Little Eli waved to him as he ran to catch up with him.“We heard what happened back there. Dad wants you to have this. He said if you needed a job, come see him next week,” he told him.“Why? I mean why are you and your dad doing this? I was trying to beat you by making you run your horse hard so he’d. He suddenly pulled back and laid her back against the mattress and knelt on the bed to pull her further up. Then he pushed her knees up to her chest which raised her ass off of the bed. She gasped as he ran his hot flesh up and down across her wetness. “Oh! Oh! Edward! Yes! Take me! Oh yes!” she gasped.Then she felt it. The thick head pushed into her body and she stopped breathing. He was- he was so- big. He seemed to be waiting then he pushed in another inch. The breath she’d been holding. I was gasping, my body wracked with muscle spasms as she continued to torture me even after my geyser had tapered off. “God, Alli, stop!” She laughed. “I don’t think so!” And she didn’t! My sweet, loving, innocent wife had, for some reason, decided that she was going to drive me insane with sensations that rode that razor’s edge between pain and pleasure; I was shuddering, sweating. Her slick, cum-coated fingers torturing my hyper-sensitive cock were too much, and I convulsed as if I was.