When she relaxed back to the bed I pulled out of her then went to Chloe. I put my lust laden cock between my wife’s legs then slammed into her, givi...g her the same attention I had just given her best friend. The room was filled with the sounds of sex, bodies slapping, harsh breathing and moans of “Yes! I love this! Oh, fuck me Mason, I want this so much.”I don't know if it was a rush from the recent hits of pot or the rush of fucking the second woman in minutes but being inside Chloe was one. I felt myself start to harden and thought masturbating with an item of her lingerie might be a perfect dessert.I walked out of the kitchen to see her just outside the front door. She was wearing a sheer, sleeveless pink and white summer dress which had a deep cleavage and a soft, flowing skirt which stopped just above her hosiery-covered knees. She wore a wide bright pink belt, hot pink earrings and necklace, and a pair of white open toe high heels. Her hair was pulled up at the dies, and she. They were Gummy Bears. Not normal ones as I was informed, but she had made her own, with some special ingredients in them. I declined and she told me it was cannabis. That would account on her relaxed state then.She told me she loved them, and was already wrecked. By the way she was sat in her ring - I could assume her ass was deep into the water. She had a Yellow bikini on. She told me she was a Grandmother and asked if she looked good for her age. I agreed. As the day went on she. I'd spent some time trying to think of an example that could be relevant to her, and her career was the best I'd thought of. -- "Now I'll tell you the thing that I want you to start working on immediately. It may sound silly, but it's actually far more profound than it sounds." I'd said that because it DID sound silly, and because it was NOT much more profound. Well, maybe a little bit, but not nearly as much as Chloe's serious looking nods indicated she already thought it would be. "When a boy.