Let Cheryl try making it without me. I'd make sure all our friends and families knew what she was doing. I'd sue the Stanton's for letting this little...romance go on.As I pulled into my driveway, for some reason, I calmed down. Walking into the house, I made up my mind. I decided to be as cool as I could be until I found out what was really going on. Over the weekend and on Monday I tried to act as normal as possible. I guess I didn't do such a good job.Saturday evening and then twice on Sunday. She was out cold. She woke up with me still inside her, kissing her. I couldn’t really move, so I just tried to comfort her as best I could. I knew she was ok when she started returning kiss. She put a determined look on her face, and pressed herself down onto me until I was completely lodged inside her. Once she had grown accustomed to the intrusion, she began riding. She moved backwards and forwards, up and down, and side to side. I knew I wasn’t going to last long as tight and hot as she. She grabbed my tee shirt and must have gone down to make some coffee because as I adjusted my position in the bed about 10 minutes later she came back in with a nice hot cup of caffeine as if nothing had happened.“Good Morning sir” she said softly putting my coffee down on the nightstand and I turned on my side opening my eyes just enough to focus on her sitting on the edge of my bed in my tee shirt which hung off her like an old sheet, it was about twenty times too big for her which did make. He was already halfway out into the hall though and showed no signs of slowing down, so I shuffled along after him as quickly as I could, breasts swinging under me, belly hanging down, trying to keep up. He was already almost out of sight down the hall and I struggled after him, thumping along the floor, finally forcing myself to my feet at the intersection in the hallway, leaning against the corner, panting loudly. He was in the cavernous kitchen, leaning over the oven, tapping at the.