No wife had call to bugger her husband’s ass, no matter what. Nor exhibit the kind of enthusiasm Penny had while boning him, and that nasty business...at the end? Well, he had shown her, hadn’t he?Yeah, he thought, muttering under his breath. He had shown her, all right. That Penelope Anne Brighton Doyle deserved better--so much better--than someone shoving a cock up her ass and brutalizing it in revenge for something the owner had furtively enjoyed having done to himself. His love, left to her. In the missionary, we fucked for almost an 15 minutes.I lifted her legs up to my shoulders so we could get deeper and now that she was opened to me completely, we started to fuck in every position we could think of. I just couldn't come to a climax but didn't care, I was enjoying making her orgasm over and over again, watching her beg me to stop and then for more.I took her from behind, grabbing her by her huge ass and forcing myself into her tight pussy and was coming close. Maureen told me. Her toes flexed and curled. Her head vanished into the oval cutout at the top of the massage table, padded to provide comfort for her.“I’m going to rub all over your body, Daughter,” Mrs. Armstrong purred as she pulled out the massage oil. “I’m going to relax you.”“Good,” she said. “I’m super preggers. I need it.”“You’re not super preggers,” I said, shaking my head. “You’re not even showing. I’m not even super preggers.” I was starting to have morning sickness. It wasn’t bad, just some nausea. "I don't have much of one," I admitted. "I can barely make rent, and with no money, that means I'm kinda stuck." "What, no girls are after that nice young body of yours?" she asked teasingly. "Uh, no, not with my lack of money and my homework," I said. "Biology isn't exactly the easiest subject to study." "I'm a former biologist," Melanie informed me. She leaned forward, giving me another view of her perfect melons. "If you'd like, I'll help you study. I can give you some… personal training.".