I knew she was in love with her husband, and that I was, at best, a sexual aid. I did sense, though, that Laura had at least some interest in me as a ...riend, fellow human being, and maybe even as an auxiliary penis. I could easily convince myself that this opportunity wouldn't be offered by the Ettingers to just any swinging dick who fell off the turnip truck.I was at least a little bit special.And, even if I wasn't special, it was going to be my penis that Laura fondled (and maybe swallowed in. When I was 18 my mother had a girl from up the street come in and tutor ( really babysit) my younger brother she was 23 and oh so beautiful I used to play football and had come in from practice one day to a note saying that she and my brother would be gone for several hours Well being the age I was the hormones were always raging as I stripped in my room for my shower I was thinking of how she looked in her short tight shorts the last time I saw her and of course my cock was throbbing hard as I. She bent, squatted and stretched the dress in normal movements then said, “I had it made by a seamstress, supposedly a anniversary surprise”. The boys had their cocks out, she sat back on Peter. His cock slid in her without obstruction. When the weight of her naked thighs sank on him, he shot off. She sat, then hunched her hips forward several times. In seconds, she had shook his cum out of him. She snatched herself off him, sat on Paul. Rolling her hips only, she circled his cock, wringing. Never going too far as to allow it to pop out. Her cunt felt fantastic over my dick, like it was trying to pull the man milk out of me.Her eyes were closed and her cheeks were red. A flush was beginning to cover her breasts. I knew she was moments from orgasm, and I hated to interrupt her, but I had to. “Are you on any protection?” I asked.She shook her head. “Don’t worry about it daddy.” She opened her eyes and looked into mine. I could feel the cum boiling in my balls, just waiting to be.