Of course, some of that was probably left over cum from my son and who knows who else.Soon she was working it with her ass moving back to meet my ever... thrust. She truly was a slut. She may have been trying to muffle her moans but the sound of skin slapping skin could not be dampened. It didn't take long before I was shooting my load into her obviously well used snatch. Without a word, I pulled up my pants and left the room, almost knocking over our son. He apparently was listening at the door.. "I'm sorry if that was too personable". She grabbed her groceries and left. After this, I didn't see her for two weeks. I missed her, I missed lusting after her. One day, that all changed. My manager walked up to me and handed me a grocery list from a customer. I was to collect it all and deliver. You see, we are a small grocery store, not a big chain, and we serve a small town. I asked who the customer was, my managers response?Mrs. Michaels.My heart started racing, I was going into the lions. He climbed up on the bed, and straddled myhead. My wife, slowly fed his dick to me, telling me to "lick itclean, a good girl never leaves her man messy". After licking himclean, it sprang to life and she told me to suck him off, and shewanted to watch. She positioned herself in a chair next to thebed as he mouth fucked me, sliding his dick in and out of mymouth, leaving me wanting more. Finally, he pushed his cock allthe way in, into my throat. He increased his tempo until he shotanother load. ' She grabbed her brush and ran it through her dark silken hair, pulling out the tangles our love making had left. Then, rummaging through the bag again, she pulled out a sheer, aqua-colored medium length nightgown. You couldn’t quite see through it, but it allowed you to see her lovely features. She slid it over her head and let it fall down her body until it came to rest on her naturally, hugging her frame. She looked in the mirror and smiled thinking, 'Now to see if I get to stay or if he.