“I told you on the phone I wanted a really good fuck before we return home. After watching you two men I am really hanging out for it.“How about a...golden shower to excite you? A speciality of mine. Lay on your back on the shower floor for me.”I do as she asks and watch fascinated in anticipation as she kneels with her legs apart over my groin with her hands on her hips.Looking at her magnificent thighs, erect nipples and beautifully trimmed pubic hair is turning me on as she instructs, “Count. Ramsey told me to make them tight this time. As tight as I could stand it. Okay? Can we go on now please?"I couldn't believe this. "God damn, Abby," I said. "That's crazy. You want to take them off? I can get out while you--" No," Abby says. "I can't. Ramsey would--No. It's Ramsey's orders. That's what he wants. I do what he wants, you know that. Besides I--" She stops. "What?" I say.She closes her eyes again, and when she answers I can barely hear her. "I like it," she says.I can only stare at. Of course, not having had sex in nearly 6 months, my cock was instantly hard. I had described my wife in a previous story, but I will again, she is 5 feet tall, and now, at nearly 7 months pregnant, her wonder dark blond hair had come back to its silky self. Her once pert B cups were now LARGE DD cuus, but I think because of her age, they didn't sag at all, they just jutted out waiting to be touched! Her blue eyes had that devil may care sparkle again!As she could not help notice my hard-on,. " She turned to me. "Come on Justin this no time for false modesty, and I know you've got almost a photographic memory, so how many women do you reckon there are that have been intimately acquainted with this?" Oh mum do I have to?" She was right, I did have a clear recollection of every single sexual episode since last Friday morning, but bragging just was not my forte.She nodded her head. "Just roughly Justin."A quick mental calculation gave me the figure. "It's more then twenty, mum." Very.