I couldn’t help myself. My back arched as I thrust my cock in and out of her hand. Fucking it energetically as my body spasmed into a sudden, intens... and messy orgasm.“Wow”, she said still stroking my spunk drenched cock and rubbing my juice into my tingling balls, “where did that come from”!When I got my breath back under control I said that I didn’t know where it had come from, but that I hoped it would come again!Cathy crossed over to the sink and tearing some kitchen towel from a roll. Someone puts a pillow under my ass. I start to pull the train. I pull and I pull and I pull and I pull. With the Tinder guy as the locomotive and the bar guy as the caboose and the apartment guys as the heavily-muscled freight cars, I feel like this train is going all the way to the coast. I’ve never done more than two guys in a night. Now I am doing five guys. Except for hydration and lube breaks, the train keeps traveling down the tracks or more accurately down my thighs. I am. We have been together for almost thirty years and we still fuck like honeymooners; four times a week on the average and usually, with foreplay, it lasts for better than half an hour. That's part of my problem. My wife has two kids by a previous marriage and they have grown up calling me dad. It is important, however, that you realize that I am not their biological father.My troubles all started when Jane (my stepdaughter) began telling her mother about the sad state of her marriage,. “Oh, I’d give them one ... or maybe we can together!” Cheryl insinuated that she’d eat Jess and Jamie out while I fucked them in turns.“Or maybe they want to go down on you,” I pointed out.“In that case, bon appetit, I would say, wouldn’t you?” she winked at me as I drove deeper inside her hungry, soaking wet gash.“This has been one helluva lunch!” Carl declared.At that point, the female deli cook now took her turn riding him and Roxanne fed him his sandwich by hand. She looked Indian to me,.