She tried to meet his every thrust and yet she didn’t stand a chance. He was fucking her so hard. A stirring deep inside Louise grew bigger and bigg...r. Soon she couldn’t hold herself back any longer. ‘I’m cumming!’ she screamed. ‘I’M FUCKING CUMMING!!’ ‘Oh yeah,’ he whispered in her ear. ‘Cum for me, my little slut. Cum all around my big, fat cock!’ Her body convulsed. She writhed in his arms. Her cunt was gripping his cock hard and her pussy was squirting juices all around his lovely shaft and. “This isn’t time critical.”“Good, but I will,” she said.“You will what?” I asked.“I’ll blame myself,” she suggested it almost in tears.“Don’t blame yourself for what other people fail to do. Just learn from it and move on,” I told her calmly. Yes I appeared calm, but I was pissed. I had things I wanted to do. I managed to get in the shower, wash my ass, my hair, and get into my clean clothes. Except for my cargo pants which I had worn the day before. The hot water made my hip feel much better.. .But it wasn't nice to keep me waiting... That webcam wasn't cheap and youcould at least treat me a little better.I didn't think you were coming back. I was starting to feel like I'dwasted my time and my moneyI think you need to make up for thisYou tried to do what I asked, and you do look hot. But you still made meupset when you didn't need toDo one more thing for me now and I think we could still be friends..."Nothing in his life had prepared him for dealing with such a rush ofchanging. She took Troy by the hand and on somewhat unsteady legs walked him to the bedroom and shut the door.The 4 of us? We looked at each other and grinned. Then we did what all red blooded American men do in a situation like this. We talked football. And had a cold beer each. 20 minutes later we entered the bedroom. Candles and more Miles.It was a sight to behold. On the giant bed in our bedroom, a Vegas sized king size, my wife was straddling Troy. While he lay almost perfectly still, his legs just.