I soaped up to get my semen off of my stomach and chest. I worked up a lather to clean my butt and ass of Mike’s semen. I lingered around my sphinct...r. My ass seemed to have been permanently stretched. I turned around to show Mike. “Your dick made my ass huge,” as I spread my cheeks. He laughed as he checked out his handiwork. I “dropped” the soap and bent over to get it. As I wanted, Mike seized my hips as to mount me. “Go ahead and fuck me, big boy,” and he shoved his cock back into my ass.. ...........................It was a typical Welsh summer’s day --pissing down and cold -- cold enough for the gas fire to be on.I was feeling pretty shitty as I had one of those summer colds that just hanging on and can't seem to shake...Charlie had taken our son to school so I could stay in bed and try to sleep it out...Charlie hadn’t long gone and I heard the front door open Hello!! I knew the voice and felt better already...It was Lou the babysitter --- my devious mind was working. Now, I do not claim ta be a brain or nothin', but I did spend four years in Purgatory, otherwise known as school, learnin' ta read an' write. I ain't sure how much real good it did me, but the learnin' seemed ta stick enough ta git me by.Oh, my name is Jack Witherspoon, but most people know me as The Branson Kid. Right now, I stand about 6'-1" tall in my stockin' feet, and I weigh right on 197 pounds, very little of it fat. Some women have called me handsome, but I think of myself as right. George explained that the rain coat barely covered her buttocks. Ana was walking along a few steps in front of him, the stilettos clicking loudly on the concrete. He stayed behind and just followed my sensual wife around the mall for over an hour. George smiled as he said that mostly men were turning their heads around to watch her walk, those high heels accentuating her toned calves and looking sexy as hell. George admitted he had this raging hard on just following her. Every once in a while.