After a good ten minutes I pulled out and said “On your knees” she turned over and I re-entered her from behind, “Oh MY GODDDDD” she said as I...slotted in.As I fucked her in a steady rhythm she was bucking with me, her head in her hands as I plummeted her hard and fast, knowing I was close to coming I pulled out and bending down I licked her clit and fingered her slit, a few minutes later she said “I’m coming again” as I continued she came again, shaking her head, crying and moaning.I turned her. This time it was my time to use my fingers to begin her arousal. She lifted one leg and draped it over my thigh. She had opened herself to give me uninhibited access to her. I sipped two fingers into her and I felt her sigh. “God I need this.” she uttered. “How long is it since you did this with somebody else?” I asked. “About a week, except for a couple of times I have done it myself.” Karen told me. I made a mental note to tell her about the time I saw the curtains move. Obviously I was. " I mean, Mom, these guys got a job to do. If they ditch out, the coffin goes whumpity bump, whumpity bump." Oh, that's right. I'd forgotten." Poor mom. Here she was, all decked out and in the big city, just yearning for a bit of the bright lights."Okay then," she went on, "we stick around for the dust-to-dust stuff, but please can we forget about the stale donuts in the church basement?"Dad sort of sat there in his usual way. Pretending he didn't know us.Wondering who these sick strangers were. Wonderful. I rolled out of bed and strolled nakedly into the kitchen. Bette was pouring coffee for Sandy. Sandy saw me first. She rolled her eyes and whistled. ‘I love it when naked men, all dangly and floppy, come to stir my coffee,’ she said. Then she looked thoughtfully at my member. ‘Can I ask a dumb question?’ ‘Ask away.’ ‘Why is your thingamajig so much smaller than Jeff’s when it’s soft?’ ‘It just looks that way,’ I said, ‘because my foreskin hasn’t been trimmed away.’ Bette handed me a.