I had set up the initial encounter, yes, as a way to add excitement to our sex lives, to fulfill some odd fantasy in my head, but that was all I did. ...y wife had called Charlie for the second encounter. Would any of the last few days events have taken place if all had stopped after the first encounter? Would I have let it end after that encounter? But the biggest thoughts in my head were of the children. Will last night, and the others on previous nights, had done all this to my wife while my. There was somethingdifferent about the way they fit. Usually they were a bit tight buttoday each seemed to fit nicely. Maybe the old man wasn't a dream. Thatthought sent a shiver of excitement through me.I stood up and walked over to my full-length mirror to take a look atmyself. Sure enough I looked pretty good. Not great but certainlybetter than usual. I noticed my hair looked different also. Normally Iwore it short, almost military style. (Easier to wear a wig over.) Butnow it was almost. She stopped talking and was staring at her son's raging erection, 'Whoever marries you will not be disappointed in the bed', she said then turning to me, she said, 'Take it off the way I put it on and put another one on the same way', she deliberately winked at my brother after telling me.My brother was a big boy and my small mouth could not swallow the length of his cock, so I improvised by rolling some of it down his shaft before inserting the remainder into my mouth and running my tongue. Like you filled my tight pussy. Please baby. Be a bad boy and make me a bad wife. Ive been stretching my ass for you all week. Getting it all ready for your big fat cock. Gimme my reward and dump your load in my beautiful butt baby. I promise my ass wont spill a drop. Cum in me. Cum in me. Cum in me. He gritted his teeth. Not yet. He hooked her legs and picked her up and carried her, impaled on his cock, her back pressed to his chest, into the living room. She tilted back and smothered his neck.