I had fucked my wife in all the holes of what I saw, so horny that I was just before I cum. I stood up in front of my wife, who still knelt on all fou...s on the big couch, jerked off four or five more times and splashed my juice all over her face.We were all exhausted and happy now. My wife, who had visibly enjoyed being fucked by six old but experienced men, went into the house to take a shower. We men made a de-briefing at a glass of rosé. “We have to do that again!” was the clear. Now, she was desperately returning to normalcy in an attempt to right her listing boat before she capsized and went all the way down to Davey Jones locker in shameful disgrace.I empathized with her need for normalcy and down deep in my soul I knew she was probably making the right decision even though it was depriving me of her comfortable companionship at a time when I was on a fast lane to depression revving my engines all the way. I did have a certain level of appreciation for the dazzling. I almost gave in to my feelings when I suddenly heard my mom call me."John, you are going to be late for soccer training!" Shit! If I miss training again, the coach will kick me from the team!"Now I had to face a new problem. Even If everybody thought I was normal,there was no way I could fit into my soccer pants.Jenna's legs were huge compared to mine.I opened my closet and got a huge surprise: every article of clothingmeant for below the waist I owned was replaced with clothes in. Oh, I loved that mischievous, devilish grin! It never failed to make me blush though. My face burned crimson and I turned down in shame to my cute fuzzy boots. My curly locks of brunette hair clouded my view, and for once I was thankful.For some reason I found my eyes on his hands. They were nice hands, large, he looked like he used them often enough, and I was certainly correct. His hands moved from his pockets, and I followed their route. They found their way to where they could work their.