It shot off like a fire-hose, blasting across her big brown tits, and onto her face, surprising her. Some of his cum shot into her open mouth! He got ...loser for his second jerk and it shot, I mean SHOT, all over Yvonne's face. A big, white blob of his semen; his cock-cream, across my wife's face! Then again as he groaned out loud, he aimed the third shot for her face, with his dick now only about a foot away. My beautiful, sexy wife's face was coated in his cum!His fourth and final squirt, put. Nice striped Oxford button down shirt, khaki pant. Yeah, he had some extra weight, but there was also a confidence and self-assuredness that had set her at ease, moments after he sat down in the booth across from her. But she had not anticipated him bringing anything as a present. It was too big a bag for jewelry. It was not the right shape for a bottle of wine…. Curiosity caused her mind to race as she pulled the bag down onto the bench beside her. He looked at her. There was a. He instantly sat down, but kept his teeth bared. ‘So. You say he doesn’t ever get out?’ Carl asked. ‘He is free to come and go as he pleases, he just always stays with me.’ I told him. ‘I thought you said he never gets out?’ ‘I said he just never leaves my side, unless someone comes around. Like I said, he isn’t my Coyote, he just hangs around because he wants to.’ That was a very lame explanation, I knew, but it was the best excuse I could come up with. I mean, if a wild animal sticks around. .." It's okay. I know what my mom looks like." He was fucking me slowly and his mood had changed suddenly."Never mind her," I said softly, pulling Chris to my lips. "She isn't here anyway, it's just us."I wanted Chrissy smiling and happy, not worried about what Mark and I might think of his parents. Screw them. So what if his mom looked like a slut and his dad was a jerk? They weren't with us. That's what I tried to explain to Chris with my kiss. I held him tight, squeezing him with my thighs.