The little drop of cum on my mom's knuckle. I must have lost track of time because the next thing I knew there was a knock on the bathroom door and my...mom yelling, "Finish up in there, we've got to go!" Okay, Ma! Relax, I'm coming." I replied."I'll be in the car. Make sure you get the cup from the fridge before you come out." She said as I turned the water off and grabbed my towel.I jumped into the passenger seat of the car, with my cup of cum in a little plastic baggie. As Mom drove to the. Ginny didn't seem horrified as I thought she might be. She seemed like she wanted to forget that night and move on with her life. Unfortunately, I had other plans about her.After breakfast, everyone went to their rooms to pack. I finished packing early and went into Ginny’s room. Ginny was midway through her packing. She turned around to face me and with a stern face said, ‘What do you want?’ I was taken back by her tone especially since she wasn’t rude downstairs. ‘I thought you enjoyed. It was no revelation that Wendy could cook, but this was the same woman that always proclaimed (with perfect justice) that she worked as long and as hard as I did and certainly was not going to spend her precious evenings in the kitchen; hence our weeknight regime of TV dinners.There is not much more to say of the evening. When we went to bed we had another bout of glorious sex. And, just as the night before, I awoke in the small hours with another raging hard-on demanding to be relieved. But. I left his house afterwards and went home to lick my sores and reflect on the best sex of my life. I definitely had some stretched muscles in my neck and swelling in my throat that made it sore to swallow. My tits and dick hurt from being squeezed and slapped and my ass was a red raw mess. I knew that I needed a few days off work and a massively high fibre diet to help my ass with its evolutionary purpose because of my chosen one. I’m embarrassed to say though that my good intentions were.