Even so, we both knew what we really wanted to do. Every night I’d lie in bed, imagining what his cock would feel like in my pussy and rub myse...f off, orgasming over and over. And I know he did the exact same thing every night. Billy begged and pleaded, but I kept saying no. He said he’d be careful, he’d pull out, he’d only do it when I was “safe.” I knew better. I knew what the result of actually doing it would be, though. There were more than a few. " That would be nice," she said looking over at her husband with fondness. She wondered what he would do with all of that free time. The thought of what he would do with all of that free time quickly turned to worry.As if sensing her thoughts, he said, "I think that I'd like to have a nice vineyard. I can see myself puttering around with the grapevines." Of course you would, dear," she said thinking that a leisurely retirement was about as likely to happen as snow in the middle of summer."Let's. " she said. "I'll dig it out later."Mark wondered what she meant, wondered whether she would actually reach her finger up her butt and clean out the sand. The image of his naked mother fingering her arsehole gave Mark an instant hard on and he immediately lay down on his towel on his belly. "What's wrong, darling?" "Oh nothing," Mark said. "It's just a bit of a tummy ache." Oh you poor thing. Let me rub your back for you so you feel better."Mark didn't argue with her and Helen straddled his. He told me he and his wife had good sex, but that she was having a difficult pregnancy, and was not able to engage in sex, so she was totally turned off to it, He enjoyed spending time with me, having female company, and the sex talk. It progressed quickly from talking to touching, there was a park on the way home with a tall hedge that secluded one of the parking areas, and we felt reasonably safe. The first few times I only took my top off, and he spent long minutes licking my breasts and.