I noticed a young boy in the hallway outside my room, too. A boy perhaps ten or eleven, the age my own son had been. "Amy," the boy said disapprovin...ly, "you're practically naked!"Marie stood and hurried out of the room. "What are you doing up so early, Brian?" she scolded the boy. Brian? The boy's name was Brian? Marie towed him out of sight."Everyone else was up and making noise," the boy protested."Pam, you want to help your sister make breakfast?" Arthur asked. Now I was really. It was as if she was fearing i might take off. She made five massive and violent upward thrust which were so intense. I remember the bed making some noise. I could not hold any more pleasure. I shot a jet of my pollen inside her which was hot and intense. She also cum immediately. I collapsed and felt chocked by my own saliva. I started gasping for more air under the blanket. She stopped the movement and let go off myself. Had she continued, i would have fainted.I climbed down and she gave me. Well, I guess my hair is much, much longer now, and I had the lasik surgery so I don’t have the glasses anymore. But when she realized who I was, me standing there speechless with my mouth open in shock, she exploded ‘Dagmar??? Oh my GOD!!! How is my Daxi?!?’ It felt so good to hear ‘my Daxi’ again! She said I looked ‘so incredibly cute.’ I know she had to be lying, I was at the end of a 10 hour shift, in my fucking brown work uniform. I must have looked like a dried-up turd! That’s how I felt. This is the one and only time that I will use the “F” word to express my feelings, it has to be done. Many people wonder why John and I do this. The reason is we both enjoy story time. I fuck these guys and make love to my husband. John knows that I love him but he has to control everything, that’s alright with me. Sometimes I get so caught up with sex and I take things a little to far, for example our honeymoon night.When John and I first met we had a great sex life, two or three times a day.