My wife was always delighted to be on the water with us and tried to cheer April up. She wasn't quite the same on the boat.Winter set upon us and Apr...l found out that Sara was going to be in town to spend the holidays with her Dad. There was a part of me that was hoping to have a little alone time with Sara as well, but that wasn't to be. When Sara was in town, she and April spent several days hanging out. Most of that time was at the mall or over at Sara's house. I thought she might be. Then she used her tongue and fingers to clean her face from the rest of cum. At last she sucked on her fingers, savouring final bits of his cum.Trina licked her lips once again before cooing seductively, "I feel so dirty Spencer, but it tastes soooo good."Trina walked over to the bed and got naked. She felt Spencer ogle her naked ass and, truth to be told, she knew he was about to act on instincts and taking her right there and right then. She wasn't disappointed when she felt his hand snake. Then she cried out and tightened her legs around my neck and I could feel the contractions inside her pussy as she creamed.I slowed and let her ease up. When I felt she had relaxed a little, I started to pump her again even harder as I now was going for my cum. Hard and deep, I pumped her little cunt as she started moaning again. Then I surged into her as she had her second orgasm and I emptied my first load deep in her pussy. I held her tightly while my balls pumped jism into her body.. . . and we know that. We have to play these head games to keep from screaming. We are neurotic . . . perhaps sometimes a little psychotic. Aid to the civil power—that’s what we’re doing. All we want to do is get drunk, get laid, sleep for eons. Sleep is the elusive angel of our lusts. We never get enough sleep. We never have enough men. Everyone laughs at us – the IRA, the RUC, the protestants, the Catholics. We never do anything right. We are too little too late. And now Riley is dying – this.