Curiously, Bill made no attempt to cover himself; his lack of concern was infuriating! It was time for a talk. I don’t even remember now what I said... but I was trying to give the “angry and outraged mom” lecture. But soon I realized that as I was talking, I was just staring at Bill’s cock, still jutting out hard and throbbing. I couldn’t help notice that it was shiny and wet, covered with the slippery wetness from that tight little pussy. The thought of that made my own pussy ache and gush even. "Ritchie, what's up with you and girls anyway," she started."What do you mean?" I asked, the blush already spreading across my cheeks."Christ, you're sixteen, good looking, smart and have a good body. Even some of my friends got the hots for you. You never go out on dates; you're not gay are you? I mean if you are that's okay..." Are you nuts? Of course not," I protested angrily. "I never was interested in it; I mean sex, until the last few months. Christ, now I'm going crazy. I want to jump on. I knew many men had decided to knock on my door when I went out, trying to fuck my wife. Ana did not frustrate their expectations.One day I decided to establish a lookout post in the garage; where was possible to view inside our bedroom window. One morning I left home and locked myself into the garage.A while later, I could see two black men were at the front door.Then Anita opened the door and let them both in. Before long, I could see my wife into the bedroom, totally naked, pulling one of. His heavier cloak had been folded and placed in his backpack. With a final farewell, he set off at a slow but steady pace. At first he was chilly; but after a short time he warmed to his task, and became very comfortable.He would stop and rest when he felt himself becoming overly tired, or too warm. He did not want to exhaust himself on the first day out! Three hours later he stopped and removed his backpack and snowshoes, and made himself comfortable for his noon meal.It was ham on bread..