“I don’t actually have a kitchen yet, babe. We’ll have to eat on the couch. There is only one table there.”“I’m not worried, Massa. Just t...ll me the bed is big enough to hold all three of us and I’ll be happy.”“You’re insatiable, you know that?” he chuckled.“Would you want me any other way?”The moment they sat down to eat, the doorbell rang. It was obvious who it would be.“Hi Massa,” Valerie said cheerfully. Suspiciously she wore a trench coat, a sheepish grin beaming back at her love. When the. There was no thought for my feelings, I was just a receptacle for his cum. It seemed like every time I came I got pregnant so I used to make him cum as quick as I could and hope I didn't orgasm. One night he'd gone down the pub, as usual and I was left at home with the k**s, watching TV. I went to bed before he came in, hoping he wouldn't want sex when he got home. I was asleep when he did finally get in but he woke me up when he came into the bedroom. I just lay there praying that he. I was, and am still happily married, but I also enjoyed masturbating when staying overnight. I would spend time in chat rooms and looking for videos of couples masturbating together. About that time, Yahoo groups and chat rooms had become really popular. So, in the evenings, I would spend time chatting and getting to know people. Then I became friends with a woman who was married, but her husband was paralyzed in a car accident and could not meet her sexual needs. We chatted for a couple of. ” By now we were both worked up. Becky stood up, took off her panties and climbed onto my hard cock. We started fucking furiously and it didn’t take long before I emptied my load into her hot pussy. As we sat and kissed afterwards, she asked me when he was coming. I told her next weekend. She told me she had to go out of town for a couple days and wouldn’t be home while he was here. She seemed disappointed, as was I. I really wanted her to meet Paul but it didn’t look like it was going to.