It was a job to clear the low slung, almost sled. I couldn’t remember it being that hard before my vacation in Eastern Europe.“So Tasha, do you st...ll want to ride in the morning?” I tried to confirm out plans.“Why wouldn’t I,” she asked in return.“Because you are likely to spend the day with my Indian doctor,” I demanded.“Is he a Lumbee,” she asked being a pure smart ass.“No, he is from India,” I suggested. Actually he could have been from Pakistan they all seemed the same to me.“Okay, but can. "Are you wanting to play doctor with me, young man? With your own mother?" No!" David blurted out, his voice cracking.She waved a hand. "Because I'm okay with that, sweetie." Slowly she lightly traced one finger down the front of her top. "I can be your nurse and give you some medicine." Mom!" I already told you, David. It's 'Lydia'. And maybe you'd rather give ME some medicine instead. Yes... I think I'd like that. A good... thick... salty... dose of--" Lydia!" David's voice cracked. "Calm. I took my cock out of her cum coated mouth and stepped back slightly.Dave couldn't resist any longer, he started to thrust his 7" into my wife's cunt like it was his last fuck too. He let out a loud groan as he pumped my wife with hot cum for the second time, I thought he was never going to stop, my wife loved every minute of it,finally he stopped, my wife leaned forward to kiss him with the taste of my cum still in her mouth.I moved back to the end of the bed, I crouched down and saw my wife's. There was a half-bath between the kitchen and the den. With the door closed behind her - she was taking no chance that the guys might see her do this - she reached under her shirt and slipped the panties off, letting them drop to the floor.Sandy looked at herself in the full-length mirror on the back of the door. The shirt was a 'small', didn't even reach to mid-thigh, so she would have to be careful walking and sitting, and no way would she be able to bend over."But..." she thought, she could.