Carl just smirked at her and whispered “ Why the fuck do you think I do it”Carl picked up his pace and started to pump his cock into her at a furi...us pace, it was sliding in and out of her at ease, her pussy was wet and getting wetter. Mary breathing was getting faster and shallower which meant an orgasm was fast approaching. Carl was holding back on cumming which wasn’t easy. Mary then leaned closer to Carl’s face moaned.“Baby I’m going to cum, and squirt as well”It seemed as though time had. He was constantly over at Genzo’s house ostensibly to keep out of mom’s and Kimiko’s hair, but really so the two men could share stories about life in Japan and in California. But each evening, we all got together as an extended family to share dinner and conversation. It was at one of these dinners that Ai asked my mom what it was like being married to a nissei (second generation Japanese). ‘Well Ai, you must understand that I met Todd’s father when I was 19 years old. And it was just after. I lay beside him for the next hour or so, not caring for the time that slipped slowly past us, just enjoying his company. I played with my cock, already slippery with a mixture of my orgasm and Vaseline, until it began to harden again beneath my fingers. I slipped a rubber cock ring down over the swelling head, threading it down to the thick base. The rubber pulled back my foreskin. I was about seven inches long, and a couple thick at the base, so the ring was biting quite tightly into my skin. Both of you did.”“We stopped before--”“It hurt so much, realizing that one of my best friends… If he had been with a stranger… Are you sure that's not his baby?”“We told you: we had an emotional affair, not a physical one. And it ended--I ended it, I was the one who ended it, months before my husband impregnated me.”“How did Kevin get over it?”“He didn’t. We’re maneuvering through the wreckage.”“Why?”“Why what?”“Why did you… Why did Q…”“I can't speak for Quigley. Do you ever glance at yourself.