But a year later we were married, I don’t think I ever really loved her, like I loved Becky. I was extremely fond of her, we had two lovely children...in quick succession and by the time I was thirty-two I was a happily married father, with a nice little semi. My two daughters we named Anna Otterley Garner and Carol Otterley Garner. Why the Otterley? Well I just happened to like the name. I had always wanted to have a daughter named Otterley, but Sheila wasn’t too keen on the idea. But then again. She was getting high now and i turned on the heater in the car and made her and me sweat and we were licking each other and we reached home.As our road is dark I carried her nude inside the home and locked the doors and smooched her madly and never let her make me nude.She then started begging me baby baby remove your cloths pls pls and she herself came and made me nude then she was all over me and kissing and hugging me tightly and never let me go anywhere by holding me tight and biting me. But if you don’t stop ogling it as it wiggles down the street with our son, I may find it unnecessary to suggest we go upstairs”Like a dog trained to salivate at the sound of a bell, the word ‘upstairs’ made him turn away from the window immediately and chase her upstairs. Both wondered briefly if Woody was getting sex from this fantastic looking girl who had just turned up. His mother hoped so; his father, still stuck in the ‘he’s an asexual nerd’ groove, assumed ‘no, not likely’. Then they. My movements were restricted with her legs still wrapped around my waist."You beautiful bitch ... you're almost sucking the life out of me" I gasped, feeling my own cum rapidly approaching. My balls felt so swollen with their precious payload of cum boiling away ready to explode."Cum for me ... cum in me" she groaned.That was all it took. My balls ached for a moment then they exploded, sending gushes of my cream racing through my cock shaft to squirt into her depths. Strong squirts ... one.