That ‘building real warships’ thing kept getting pushed back into the future, though, since we seemed to be doing fine with our converted pirate r...iding ships. As long as we were fast enough and maneuverable enough to control any engagement, we were fine. We could board if we wanted to, we could stand off and use our archers to kill the pirates, or we could use our missile launchers to just sink the pirate ships. Our speed and maneuverability gave us the choice.Sooner or later, though, everyone. ’ Simple words, but to me, some of the best I’d ever heard. ‘I know,’ I replied. ‘I recognized you from T.V. You’re Michael Phelps, the swimmer.’ I was amazed that I’d managed to keep my voice from going all high-pitched and girly. Somehow I managed to remain calm. ‘Oh. Sometimes I forget that the Olympics were televised. You don’t even notice the cameras when you’re in the pool.’ ‘Really?’ I asked, fascinated by anything he had to say. He nodded and said, ‘Since you already know who I am, mind. My legs flopped open weakly, and Tom was able to ease back away from me, trying to catch his breath. Opening my eyes, I found my son's beautiful face still close to my sex, his cheeks covered in a sheen from my juices. He then moved up onto his knees and looked down upon me. Kneeling as he did it was impossible not to notice his erection pointing proudly skyward, ready for action. I found I couldn't take my eyes off of it as it appeared swollen with blood and menacing. It appeared even larger. A second later, he probed gently at my lips, feeding me a little more each time. One last stroke and he buried his big four inch prick right in my face. Maybe half a inch sticking out, my eyes wide and scared. Just the look he taught me.Yes, I am a well trained wife. Look I don’t work so giving my husband timely on demand sex is counted as one of my chores. I really don’t mind him using me and dumping me first thing in the morning. There is normally some cuddling when we make love at.