" He stared down at her, the bedside lamp making harsh lines of light on his tense face. "What the hell do you mean?" She didn...t try to cover herself; she wanted him to see her naked body, to run his eyes over the flesh that had grown from his own ejaculated sperm, the body that he had just done such a grand job of fucking. She said, "I came in to your bed because you needed me, but maybe not as much as I needed you. Oh dad, daddy--I've. I spent the evening catching up on the work I needed to do for the union shop. I had nearly completed it, but then it had languished for a couple of weeks because I’d been so busy. I was still working on it when Elyse, Kara, and Sofia came home. When I heard the door open, I saved my work and shut down the IBM PC. I poured myself a glass of bourbon from the bottle in my office, filled my pipe and grabbed some matches, put on my jacket, and went out into the back yard.I lit the pipe and sat on. Let him feel you spurt into him. Fuck his ass good and hard. It felt to me like Mike was certainly doing his best. His hard cock was hammering into my ass. Yeah, Mike, give it to me, I said. Let me feel you spunking into me. Give me your hot spunk. Go Baby, said Maria, fuck him hard. Shoot your hot sperm into him.Then Mike cried Yes, and thrust hard into me, I felt his cock right up me. It swelled up in my ass and it throbbed as I felt him spurt. His spunk shot into me, hitting me three, four. Then, she whispered into his ear, "Well,...Yes, I also told him that I got the feeling he wanted to kiss me and that next time, I would let it happen. I hope that's ok babe, should I have said that?" That did it, as soon as she whispered those words and Michael could feel her hot breath on his ear he thrust his hips up one last time, groaned, and then began to erupt and shoot his cum up all over himself as she stroked him. She quickly raised her head off his shoulder and looked down and watched.