She’s just restless and keeps moving. She’s probably having a bad dream... give her a break. Just put in some ear plugs like I do for your snoring...” They walk away and settle into their room.I toss the blanket off and he’s back between my legs in a second. He’s grabbed a towel from my laundry basket and positions it under my hips.“It’s for the mess I’m going to make.” He whispers.I nod and he presses himself back into me. He reaches the hymen and continues his shallow and slow fucking. His. Mark continued stroking with his eyes shut. He suddenly realized that he was still sniffing her knickers and he lowered them from his face. His eyes opened again and with a pleading look he asked "Is that enough now Mum? I'm sorry..." Come on big boy. Keep going until you cum." Waaa? Mum!" he proclaimed in shock from hearing her say 'cum'."Listen Mark. You were trying to make yourself cum before I walked in, right?He said nothing out of embarrassment."Right? Were you going to cum Mark?" she. I think maybe it was because I had briefly dated a black football player in high school before I met Jim. I never had sex with him other than one quick hand job. Thinking back about that time is one of my regrets for not going further but also a source of many fantasies of what might have been.One Friday night after the kids went to bed Jim put in another DVD he had just gotten. Jim said he specifically picked this DVD as the girl looked like me. I thought she was prettier but Jim kept saying. “MALLORY, THAT’S FUCKING COLD!” She sat in the chair, shivering, protecting her sensitive parts from the frigid cascade as best she could.Mallory turned back from hanging the towel to fumble with the dial until the blasting frost warmed. A considerable amount of the splashback soaked her shirt, so she decided before she even moistened Daphne’s sponge, she’d pulled her top over her head. Keeping her simple black underwire bra on, she worked a frothy lather on the sponge and rubbed Daphne’s.