She gave me a coy smile and slowly dropped to her knees. There was a coffee table in front of the couch. She told me to prop my leg up their so she co...ld massage it. Mind you I had on shorts and I did not bother to wear under wear after a wore a jock strap. (its a football thing). She was rubbing my legs and she started to compliment me on my physique and she said some other stuff that was flirtatious. I told her something of the sort, like her being one of the hottest moms out of the group of. She seemed only semi-conscious through much of this. If I didn't know better I would have thought she was speaking in tongues. I couldn't understand half of what she was moaning. For several minutes this magical, fantastical fucking of my wife continued. I didn't want it to ever end.But finally Charlie announced, "I'm going to cum." "Good! Please keep fucking me!" Claire pleaded.This was suddenly a problem for me. I wasn't buying the fact that Charlie the liar actually had a vasectomy. The last. He handed me the sketches I had left with him. "Critique session twenty five bucks," he said."Okay, I'll take it off your bill," I said. I carried the sketches with me, while I checked in with Carlos and Juan."Good morning guys, where we at?" I asked."We are going to move on to the house at the end of this block. The roof has to be done for sure, then repair the water damage. It really shouldn't take too long. We have enough rescued materials to do the work." Good, I have to take Luis to the. And while I certainly didn’t believe I owed her sex, I’d put it on the table by the way I’d interacted with her during our flight. I’d even observed, when I first saw her, that she was a pretty, tanned, bespectacled brunette, about 5’7” tall, wearing a sundress which showed off what Elyse would have called her ‘Steve type’ figure.And THAT meant my mind had gone there from the first moment, and I was absolutely sure I’d given off the ‘vibes’ that made my intentions clear, even if they were.