I didn't rush to grab it as I was sure it was probably my husband and that wouldn’t really change my mood. About fifteen minutes later I finally rea...hed for my phone and it said that it was from my husband. The message read, "Bruins game tonight with Steve" and something about the kid's home work. I almost didn't even care at the time but by three thirty I was pondering if I should look to see who was online. I opened my profile on a website I frequent and could not wait to see who was out. They had slept soundly together that night, wrapped in each other's arms. In the morning they'd been at it all over again! Spanking! Fucking! Cuming! Sucking! Cuming all over again! It was what the boy had needed. It was what he probably needed again. Hmmm. Yes, he needed to be trained. And Gwenda is sure that she is the one to make sure that Joe gets what he needs.Gwenda arches her back. While she's been recalling these happy memories, her fingers have been lightly stroking her labia and. "Do you want the front door, or the back door, Honey?" She whispered, "Front door, this time Sweetie. We can save the backdoor 'till later. For now I want you in my twat. I'm about to cum again." He put his dick up to her hole and pushed slowly inside. He felt her grip him as she came twice, if he was any judge. He could tell when any of the women were climaxing from experience. He was still learning a few things about Cathy, but had her almost figured out. She always took a couple of DEEP. My cock strained against my underwear, pushing against my purse, like a homing rocket looking for a home. I wanted to take him, to penetrate him. I thought back to talking about the feeling of my slingshot orgasm, and I suddenly wanted to shoot inside of him.His door unlocked, and he opened it. The gentleman that he was, he waited for me to cross the threshold before following and closing the door.Before I knew what I was doing, I grabbed him and turned him so that I could wrap my arms around.