“Fuck, yeah! Fuck me, please! Take me! Breed me while my husband, sorry, ex-husband, fucks your buddy in the ass!” Karen egged me on as I plowed h...r good and hard, and then Tiffany joined us in bed.“Oh, God, I can’t resist any longer! Fuck my Mom! Fuck her, while I eat her ass!” Tiffany shouted before she spread her own mother’s cheeks and started rimming the hell out of her.This only excited me further, of course, not to mention Karen as she felt her daughter’s tongue between her buns. Tiffany. With the roof down, the soft cream leather of the Cabriolet’s seats became sticky against his bare back; just bathing shorts and flip flops were his only protection from the sun, but he’d got a good tan already this year and was quite pleased with his tanned 47 year old 6’ 3” frame. In fact he’d never felt better. Another look in the mirror and he caught a reflection of the sun bouncing off a car windscreen heading toward him along the lane. This must be her. He climbed out of the Cabriolet and. There was one more ex-visit before our wedding and it didn’t have the wild aftermath when I joined with her soon after.For the next two years it was much like the opening scene above which we evolved to. Between “visits” as we referred to those times, it seemed to me that we were a normal married couple, dealing with life and each other’s foibles and getting plenty of loving to compensate. Nothing was mentioned about this unusual situation.The one evening I heard her on the phone. By now I knew. “Oh come on, Tommy, don’t go all shy on me. I’m worried about you. Stop being such a baby. Now lift your arms so I can take your shirt off,” said Jessie, smiling as she slipped her hands under his shirt, briskly slipping the garment up and over his head before tossing it aside. He could not help immediately clasping his hands back over his privates before his mother had time to gawk at his tiny togder.Tommy turned to face her, keeping his hands firmly at his groin, his head hanging down with.