She hesitated a moment. “I like reading novels.” “Novels? That’s great. Oh good. We have something we can talk about after all.” She laughed... with a slight amount of tension across her face. “Can I go out there and… work on my essay?” “Yeah. Of course. Next week, I’m making the topic about novels, just for you. I want to hear everything you have to say about them. Those two guys can suffer through it. Because they probably haven’t read a whole novel in their lives.” I found that as I dropped. My wife had a grip back on Zac's dick as I heard Zac remark how wet my wife was. Zac moved to spread my wife's legs wide as she lay against the back of the couch with her legs resting on his shoulders. She was profoundly enjoying his licking and eating her pussy. It took roughly five minutes before my wife was moaning deeply and began to beg him to fuck her. Her grunts of pleasure continued as she muttered: "Please fuck me, Zac, fuck me, please fuck me, Zac." Zac did not get in a hurry, he. I told myself that it was only because I was out of practice, nothing to do with being out of condition or the onset of old age!I was surprised when a group of about a dozen youngish women walked into the canteen wearing coveralls; when I asked Julie she told me that in order to cover the time until the secondary school children finished school for the holidays, Mr Johnston had recruited a posse of mothers from one of the local primary schools. They could only work the hours that their children. She was still in her red stockings and pumps. she had bright red lipstick and heavy mascara on. She still looked liked a whore. She went to the kitchen and I saw her ass was still leaking. "What do you have in your ass slut?" I asked. "Its your cum lover boy!" She replied. "Think you can give mommy another dosage?" I don't fuck whores," I said."Oh no? Look here!" she said turning around. She pushed her hips out and shot out a load of my cum. It flew across the room and fell on the floor near my.