“C-C-Courtney,” she stammered, although she somehow did it in a moan, as she looked towards my voice, although she couldn’t see me.“Why are yo... fucking my son in my bed?” I asked, wielding my strap-on directly in front of her.“I can explain,” she said, trying to move, but my son’s hands were holding her firmly in place as he kept pounding her ass.“You can explain why my son’s dick is in your ass?” I pursued.When she opened up to respond one more time, I shoved my cock in her mouth and began. We completely missed the light turning green and only stopped when the dirt bag behind us honked his horn in impatience. We laughed and she got the car moving. I only moved back far enough to let her drive so that I could still breathe her in. I can’t remember wanting someone so much….so completely. She was driving and all I could do was think about how badly I wanted to kiss her, taste her, and feel her. I ran my fingers through her hair and down the back of her neck. “Where are we going young. . And please, call me Max," he said good- naturedly, tilting his face downwards to conceal the little smile of triumph that was twitching at the corners of his mouth. Holy Christ, he had already found the key to this gorgeous girl's emotions--on his very first attempt--not to mention what was surely the way into her pants! There was no doubt about it, Henry Cummings did not know how to handle his tasty young wife, but, by God, he, Max Alexander, certainly did... more than she knew... and he. Also, I noticed you have a downspout that doesn’t come out far enough. We let that go and you’ll have a damaged foundation.’ ‘Wow, you sure you haven’t worked enough today.’ ‘It’s no problem.’ I walk him to my bedroom’s bathroom for the running toilet and he looks so big in the small room. There’s no place really for me, but I don’t want to abandon him. ‘I’ll be okay,’ he says dismissing me politely. I walk around the house straightening up. There’s not much to straighten since I scrubbed the.