“Blackie is a top producer. It is just that not many young women are comfortable with him.” Said Betty.“Why are they not comfortable?” I asked...“He is large and likes a tight vagina. If a woman is loose he sometimes does not cum at all, but goes soft after about a half hour.”“Sounds like a lot of men that my Mom had talked about.” I said almost laughing. He began shooting me again as I really started to chuckling. Apparently Blackie liked the throbbing on his cock.We said. “Good night!” and. As the day went on, the temperature kept rising. It was late afternoon by this point, and the temp had risen to the high 90's. During the long walk, I allowed my mind to wander as I walked behind my mother. The jean shorts she had put on clung perfectly to her ass. I couldn't stop thinking about how good my dick felt going into that perfect ass last night. My dick was starting to get hard thinking about fucking her and shooting my cum deep in her. I have to admit, with all this daydreaming, I. He put his head down and kissed her shoulder as her hands held the back of his head. He sat up suddenly and ripped at his shirt, getting caught in the arm in his haste to get it off. She laughed quietly as he struggled. “I want to feel you. I want to feel all of you pressed against me.” “Don’t you want to sleep sweetheart?” “No” John said in a gruff reply as his lips traveled lower on her body. He captured her soft nipple between his lips, suckling gently. “I want you to feel me, I want… to. It was Friday, which meant we wouldn't be together over the weekend. With our respective spouses' home, it would be impossible to sneak away, and to make matters worse, mine didn't work on Mondays.Tuesday seemed a long way off.On Saturday night Colin, invited us over for a game of cards. I thought it might be a little awkward sitting opposite the girl I'd been playing with for the last two days. Her husband sitting next to me at the table, but it wasn't funnily enough. I felt no guilt at all.We.