She smiled and said no problem.I was bored and went down to see if Karen wanted to throw the Frisbee? She answered but she looked depressed. I asked i... she wanted to talk but she didn't. I asked if she needed any help, but she didn't. I can only do what I can, so I left her to herself. I went back, picked up the clothes and junk in my room, and did some laundry. Reggie came by and he and Brett were going to get some oysters at the Purple Porpoise and asked if I wanted to go? I had not had. I always was looking forward to the ride to the pool. We’d say our good-byes to Dad and then head out to the car. Mom would usually have her hand in my lap by the end of the driveway and I was usually de-spunked in some manner before we got to the pool. Sometimes she’d give me a handjob, sometimes a blowjob, sometimes we’d park and she’d jump in my lap and fuck me. I was also able to start bumming a ride home from a guy at the pool, so now, I didn’t have to wait for my Dad. My friend would drop. • I love when a wife tells me fantasies or experiences she's had that she's never told her husband about.• I love when a married woman wants to do things with me that she doesn't do with her husband.• I like to call a husband on speaker phone while I'm owning his wife in bed.• I like to call a husband and tell him I'm done with his wife and to come pick her up.• I like to take a married woman with me into a d**g store, stand in line together and have her buy a box of condoms for us.• I like. A little girl cocker spaniel, I guess. It felt good.Faster and tighter, with the same long stroke, back to front, and I could feel her thigh muscles begin to tighten. Soon she was like a stretched rubber band. She croaked out, "caress... breasts," so I reached up around her thighs toward her breasts. Like a sweet young thing, I imagined myself. Fingertips only, so very delicately. Her slit was leaking juice now, as I slurped. An odd idea occurred to me, what if her pussy juice was loaded with.