It got me another smile, but not the one three little words would have gotten me! I climbed off Maggie and held out my hand and we walked into the b...throom, together. Maggie sat down on the toilet and peed and wiped while I turned on the water. It was nice and hot. Maggie was also nice and hot.I tried to play the scene like in the movies, because that's what Maggie related to best. I took the bar of soap and started at her upper back and lathered her up. I also slide my soapy hand. The two were completely connected with no space, and she was rotating her hips in an up and down motion to stroke in the remainder of his sperm. He pulled her into his lap still firmly planted inside her, and they both laid there with a smile on their faces until he went soft. They looked up at me and asked how it was for me, and I said, probably not nearly as good as it was for you. They both smiled, looked at each other, and laughed. Well, I asked permission for Jack to sleepover for the. "No point you are expecting it now!" I responded.As the days and weeks went by, he became more self confident and assured; and a couple of times he even dominated Karen quite impressively. I told him there was no more I could teach him and he had to now live and breathe the dominant role. That self same day he packed and returned home.Three days later I received a phone call from Stuart asking me to be at his mom's home on the Friday night in the role of an assessor; just to see how he was. Clawing at her tits, she seemed bound and determined to tear them off as she slipped deeper into her pure animal lust.Her mind had but one thought and one focus–my hard cock plowing her pussy and pushing her to her peak. She needed to reach her crest... she needed the release on the other side."Ohhh! Oh, fuck! Ohh! Don't stop! Please, John... please don't stop! Ohh...!" My cock feels good deep in that whore cunt, doesn't it?" Yes! Oh, fuck yes! Ohhh! Ohhh! Fuck me, John! Fuck my dirty whore.