I stroked myself slowly, then faster. Again, I unleashed a torrent of my seed into the now-slimy runnel. As I watched, the Countess’s tub filled wit... semen just as I might fill a bucket with water. The Countess appeared to almost be in some kind of fugue state, furiously shoving cum covered fingers in and out of her honey pot — and even her other hole! Once again, I set to work on my cock, furiously jerking, thinking of what it might feel like to penetrate the woman bathing in the seed of the. He had only come out the garage to get away from his girls and that had not really worked out. That night the fireworks started at 8 pm sharp.?I told you she wouldn’t deliver Ms. Polly’s dinner. And do you know why Paul? Do you know what your daughter was too busy doing to deliver that poor, old woman her dinner? Do you?? An answer was not required so Paul just sat quietly in his white boxer shorts. He and Bonnie had gone skinning dipping earlier. There was no touching, but things had been. She lowered herself more. Had there not been a narrow space between my nose and the vagina I was hungrily eating, I might have suffocated and not even realized it. I had tasted her a thousand times before. There was no doubt in my mind as to who was sitting on my face- it was my beautiful wife. But still, the other scent lingered in the air and I felt a hand stroking my very hard and very gooey cock. Did she have a hand on my cock and another on my head at the same time or was I being worked. I looked down to catch a glimpse, between her golden breasts, of my glistening cock arching towards me. It was then snugly returned to the moist haven from which it had been removed and I immediately felt it harden appreciatively. As she began to rock back and forth, Tamsin’s hair fell down around her face, obscuring everything but her dreamy eyes. If ever there was a scene to inspire pure lust in me, this was it. Becoming accustomed to the feel of me inside her again, she met my every thrust.