To emphasize his feelings he shoved his cock deep into my throat as he wrapped his fingers in my hair. I heard a strange clicking sound but it was soo... drowned out by his grunts. The clicks began to come closer together. "Dinner is about to be served, faggot," he growled. His pace was faster and harder. He slammed his cock into my mouth. I thought he would pull my hair out by the roots. Then he let out a groan. Suddenly my mouth was filled with his hot salty cum. He let out a sharp yelp. Wave. I was a little uncomfortable with this. I got a few looks, especially from middle-aged women. I guess that is understandable. After all, most of them are completely insecure about younger women stealing their husbands. Based on the way they have taken care of themselves, allowing themselves to become unkempt behemoths in stretch pants, such fears are not without reason.I again started worrying about Chloe falling for me. I didn't want to hurt her and there was no way in the world we could. Bob and Katelyn go places on their own. Our evenings are rarely spent doing things as a group. We talk at the gym but we don’t do much else all together. The relationships we have with each other and with our special person have started to evolve. At least you and Molly and Bob and Katelyn have started to evolve. Phil and I ... we haven’t had the chance to experience things together. It’s going to take some time for us to get back into sync.”“We didn’t mean to exclude anyone,” Tiffany said,. Then straightened her shoulders and lifted her head to regard him with a slight smile. “What were you dreaming about?” “None of your gorram business.” She tilted her head to one side, her gaze slid down the length of his body. “Isn't it?” He became suddenly aware of his nakedness, and reached for the sheet to cover himself. But she was faster, pulling the fabric toward herself, and out of his reach. He grimaced and closed his eyes. He could feel her gaze on him, almost as tangible as her.