And yet, each time we had sex it seemed like the very first time we’d done the ‘nasty’ five years before. I didn’t need to fantasize about a p...etty woman I’d seen or a famous celebrity while we were fucking because She was the fantasy. In a way it was like 10 X 10 =100. I found I could shift my consciousness so that I was no longer a man who’s balls slapped her asshole while we were fucking…it’s as if my mind entered the testicles and I was them for a few minutes. Or an erection, sliding in and. "Yes, ma'am." Stop that!"I stood naked and smiled.She shook her head impatiently and walked to me and put her arms around me and hugged me tight.I said, "Watch out, I'm all wet."She said softly, "Be quiet." She hugged me tighter. "If you promise to stop saying yes-ma'am like that to me, I promise I'll try to stop acting like a cranky mom."There were some things, I figured, that wouldn't change. One was the Martha Jane in Martha that kept seeing the Speedy in me, and another was the Speedy in me. ’ She said. ‘Condoms, of course.’ She took out a large box or Trojan’s hen pulled out two more of equal size with a grin on her face. Daren frowned. ‘That’s a lot of rubbers.’ ‘That’s not even close to how much sex I want.’ She said. ‘We have a little bottle of Silicone KY gel.’ ‘What’s that for?’ Daren asked. ‘Anal.’ Max said simply. ‘For when we run out of rubbers.’ Daren chuckled despite himself. ‘What else,’ she said. ‘I got a pregnancy test, because you did cum inside me last night.’ Daren. She reached back and unhooked her bra and placed it on the bed. I could see some of her breasts from the side. She then hooked her thumbs in her panties and started to take them off I could see the start of her ass as she slid then down, just then she walked further in to her room out of my view. Damn I quickly continued into the bathroom flushed the toilet and started back out hoping I could see more of her on the way back. As soon as I opened the door she was standing there in her house coat..