Today she is married to John Campton 42yrs. they have three k**s April 20yrs. John jr. 17yrs. and Gina 15yrs. they live in a upper crest big house in ... very well off development. At 7am. Mary wakes to get the moring started as her hubby and k**s come down to eat no one says Happy B-day to her, her feelings hurt but she keeps her cool and says nothing. After the family leave she calls her close friends for lunch but all have plans already, her phone rings and John informs her he must go out. How could a man of his age be so hard, the feeling was sensational? Her size and weight was getting the better of her, she couldn’t stop now what if he went soft on her, she’d never forgive herself.Belinda’s head went back as she sense her first orgasm, Bert knew what was happening, her hands were on his shoulders as she braced, with the removal of her weight on his hips Bert managed to lift giving her a few thrusts himself, not to deep, just enough to let her know he was still with her.. He followed thedirections his specs gave him. East of town, across the railroadtracks. It was a feed store, of all places. Vigilante. They soldsaddles, horse tack, hay, and all manner of veterinary supplies. Tools.Milkers. Hobbles. And handcuffs. It smelled of pesticide in there."I gotta ask," Kinny said. He pointed to the handcuffs.The woman behind the counter smiled. "Locksmith services. Door locks,gate locks, bumper hitch locks. And marital aids."Kinny smiled."No joke, sister. Nobody else in. "Well sure, baby. All the guys fuck them, but it’s just something to do," he said. "You know… like jerking off, only using a mouth or a pussy or an asshole on our dicks instead of our hands. Just like when you fuck yourself with your vibrators. It’s really no big deal," he said. "You know how horny I am, and it's not like these women mean anything to any of us, or us to them. Hell, most of the time they don’t even know the names of the men banging them. It's just sport fucking. You know… like.