So much so that Kay asked me what I did about sex now that I had no wife. Did I have a live-in girl friend? I replied that I didn`t and confessed that...that I masturbated. "How odd. That`s what we do. Sometimes we masturbate ourselves and sometimes each other whichever method we wished to use and make sure that we cum several times. How many times do you cum, John?" asked Kay. "Normally only once but sometimes I jerk off in the morning and do it again in the evening. I`m rather pleased when I. You think I haven't noticed?" B-but Dad, that's not what-" She tried to explain, but he wouldn't let her. He cut her off quickly, as he sat down next to her on the bed. His waist pressed against her ass as he looked down at her. Her face was flushed with embarassment."Hmm but that's what you did, didn't you sweet?" His voice was steady and firm as he looked down at her, still half covered under the sheets. His hands moved as he spoke, finding her soft curves beneath the linen. He watched her. The next time he came by I saw his ring, how I had missed itwas beyond me, and knew I was right about the cheating son of a bitch, hewas using my Sandy and what was worse Sandra knew he was married. I was pissed off again when my wife called. She wanted to know how I wasfeeling and I yelled at her again. I was so upset with Sandra and herchoice of men I couldn't help myself. My wife became my verbal punchingbag again because she was handy. She said that I was a miserable son of abitch and that. I just lent in and kissed her hard on her lips one hand holding the side of her head as the other sought out her breasts.Our tongues danced as she moved in to kiss me her hands already undoing my jeans. With the limited room in the back of the car I was out shed my jeans and climbed back in to see her rise up and pull out a set of vibrating balls.I took the opportunity to slide behind her and grab her hips, April had already took me in hand and was guiding me to her entrance.She pushed her.