With a deep groan, the young man gritted his teeth and thrust himself all the way into my wife's pussy."God, baby," I heard him moan. "Your pussy's so...wet. Mmmmm, so tight.....I'm right up you now honey...fucking you...aaahhhhhhhh."My own cock was hard as a rock as I stroked myself in time with his thrusts. I heard Amy moan again and gasp loudly as her second climax gripped her. I could feel my own cum starting to boil up in my balls as I rubbed my shaft. I knew I wouldn't be able to hold out. It was hot! "Ow, ow, ow, ow! Yikes, that was hot!" Slow down, boy! Blow on it and you will enjoy it more," the old man advised sagely, his eyes twinkling as his grandson shot him a dirty look for mentioning the obvious.Pzerra took the bread knife and hacked off a hunk of bread, dipping it into the goulash soup. Humming in delight, he picked his soup back up and blew on the soup as he munched the delicious bread soaked in even better goulash. His eyes kept darting to his grandfather, whose air. Her leg was falling asleep because of the odd angle she was holding it and she raised her foot slightly to move it. The resulting loss of support of her ass had allowed it to rest heavier on my cock. When I pushed back in response, she was unable to keep her wet pussy from answering the hard rod tapping at its portal.The trip home was slower due to the rain, but just as rough, and within the first mile my hard-on was back in full force. My mom adjusted her ass so his rigid cock fit exactly. We just talked about things: school, homework, football and our friends. We agreed to get together Monday afternoon. We didn't have school on Monday. Officially it was an in-service day for the teachers where they went to training, but the day was really chosen so the students who were hunters could go out for the first day of deer season and not miss school. Half the guys in our school were hunters. The call was comforting.I talked to Will on Sunday afternoon. I asked, "Could you do a favor.