She had never been so aroused just thinking about sex; usually it took one of Harold's finger or hand, or her own fingers to bring these feelings on. ...he knew she should be ovulating this weekend, but did not think that would her make feel this way. After all, it hadn't in the past.Annette finally gave up on sleep and got up, walked down the hall, looking into the darkened room. She knocked lightly on the door, then pushed it open gently and stuck her head into the room. "Dad, you awake?" she. I could see, as my head hung upside down over the bed, Carol already had a hand down her pants rubbing her pussy while Mary and Jen watched Alex stand over me, place his cock at my lips then push it home. He shoved it all the way in, his balls slapping into my face as he pumped my mouth. I reached around him grabbed his ass and spread it apart as I took him deep into my throat, choking and struggling against him. "Fuck his throat harder! I want to hear him gag and choke," Jen demanded.He. I redid my makeup and put my hair in a ponytail. I decided to change into jeans from the skirt I had on and after doing that, put my heels on and started to get ready to return to work. I went towards the garage where I found my husband on a short ladder with the garage door now open. I said hello again and decided to have a cigarette while chatting with him. I took out my lighter and lit my cigarette, took a deep drag and exhaled. As I did so I noticed that my husband must have been wearing. Most of the sex words and expressions I have in my vocabulary I learned from Chuck while I was sucking and rimming him. The thing is, he never cursed unless he was really angry, and never sprinkled his conversation with “dirty words”. It was strictly a having-sex thing. When Christmas break came I found out Chuck was staying on campus. He said he had nowhere to go. I told my folks I hadn’t turned in an essay and that I needed to do research in the university library and returned to school.