So maybe it wasn't so wrong after all. If her dad was okay with it, why shouldn't her mom be allowed to enjoy herself in whatever way she wanted?There...was also the issue of the medical condition. And now this was beginning to make sense as well. What kind of condition could be solved by a machine designed for sexual stimulation, at the suggestion of a marriage counselor? The link between the doctor and the machine was obvious; sometimes marriage counsel dealt with sexuality. So that meant that. It was her favourite way to be fucked. Thoughts flashed through her mind of the many cocks that had porked their way through her fannymeat over the years. She'd always insisted they keep her knickers round her knees or ankles. She loved the desperation of her knickers being yanked down for the quick fucks she'd had up the back alley behind the pub over the years. Some were quickies with sexy fellers she'd met in the bar, some were with any dirty old man that was around when she needed a. .and I know it.Confidently...my purpose foremost in my mind, I slip my hand inside of yoursilk boxers and secure my prize.The car swerves."Keep your eyes on the road, my Love," I whisper. "Leave this in betterhands."I watch as you grip the wheel, your fingers drumming nervously on the roundfirmness of it. Then, scooting my velvet derriere all the way toward thepassenger door, I lean toward you and release your manhood from its silkenprison.You gasp."Sarah?" you question. "Now...here?"I smile. The noises Dom was making seemed to indicate he liked it too. Riley sucked one of the salty eggs into his mouth and then the other. The sight of Dom’s deflating cock draped across Riley’s angular face as Riley suckled Dom’s sac drove John wild with lust. John grabbed the back Riley’s head, eager to dump his load in his friend’s freshly seeded mouth. As John pulled Riley’s cum coated lips back to his throbbing cock, Dom got down on the floor with Riley and began stroking Riley’s leaking.