Then to my amazement she squeezed the contents all over her chest and stomach. She just laid there and cooed. He zipped up, turned and walked back tow...rds the store. Another guy stepped up with his condom cover monster cock and my wife looked up at me as if to say she wasn't sure about this one. He was mini baseball bat size and thicker. As she started to sit back up, he knelt down between her thighs and buried his face in her pussy. She fell back moaning. He sucked her clit and slowly inserted. Her mind groused at the thought of any kind of mental workout before it had been allowed it’s coffee. Her morning routine consisted of making her coffee, A rich Ethiopian blend that smelled of chocolate and earth, with cream and three sugars, then grabbing the robe she left by door for just this purpose, before moving out onto the terrace to take in the birth of each new day. This routine helped center her, it gave her some small feeling of control and allowed her to start her day with hope.. She knew her son was close, but not that close, and she barely had time to snatch a breath before she had to swallow frantically. As she did, her other hand darted to her pussy and, with her mouth wrapped firmly around a nice hard cock, she diddled herself to a bone wrenching orgasm. She also got a nice tummy full of her son's spooge.She had always loved to suck Phil off, and she now found that Robby's sperm tasted even better than her husband's.Robby, for his part, lay back stiff as a board. He felt indebted to me; though I thought it should be the other way around. He contributed brilliantly and essentially to the Vase. I met him and the mulatto the following day at the train station, embracing them both, but lingering with my old lover. The drummer didn't seem to mind. When we got home I found out why. As soon as their bags dropped, the mulatto brought me upstairs, the drummer trailing behind. "Make love to me," she said. I glanced at the drummer. I found uncertainty and a touch.