Anyway, this isn't about Sam's daughters. This is about wanting to fuck Sam, badly, and about how I am pretty positive that not only does Sam want it...but that my wife would seriously want me to start fucking Sam if she was no longer around.I fantasize that I would get a text from Sam one day while my wife is at work and I am home with k**s, as usual on weekdays. "I need to talk to someone, would it be okay if I came over today?" She would show up wearing something somewhat sexy (which would. I couldnt believe what I was hearing but I was not going to pass up the chance. We finished our drinks and walked out of the bar. Their hotel was about three blocks away and while we walked I asked him if this was for real. He assured me that it was. We rode the elevator up to their fourth floor room. George put his key card in the door and opened it. He held the door open for me and I walked in. Right in front of us was the bed. On the bed was a beautiful young and totally naked redhead. She. ” This guy was cracking me up. Sure he seemed to be the only openly gay man in a house full of men who were still firmly in the closet, but I found his open honesty and candour quite refreshing. Besides, who doesn’t like a smart guy that can cook? The first steak hit the grill and within seconds the smell had my stomach rumbling. Not long after there was a minor stampede as the smell wafted through the house. Not only could Max cook an incredible steak but his sauces, all home made of course,. She spit on his well endowed erection and slapped it on her nice sized breasts.“Mmm. Do that shit again.”“You like it when I do that shit?"“Yeah, do that shit for Daddy," Sam said, moaning.RING.The bell rung to go to their next period. Sam had not yet climaxed yet.“Shit,” Sam said.“It’s ok. I got you,” Kayla replied. Kayla then started tit-fucking Sam Prescott, which was a situation she never thought she would be doing in her wildest dreams. She started moaning as she took him in.“Ugh. Ugh....