Since she has been pregnant we have had sex twice while David is away and like before it was good and we said it won’t happen again – but it does....ith Jean standing there in just a bath robe she said – I know - I know – we shouldn’t but I want it and I want it now. I can’t handle it with him away – when I need sex you know I have got to have it and for about a year now we have been able to control it – I hope after the baby it will change and we will stop forever.Any how I invited her in – she. Problem was… She looked like a kid, and I may not be a saint but I do have limits. I was washing dishes near my kitchen window, and my first reaction was: ‘Who lets their kid wear something like that?’ I’m 54. Like most men, I appreciate a fine tight body, but, I’m also a dad, and grandpa, and a Godparent to two nieces I’d die for. Ogling a kid is NOT in my reportoire. No way! No how! Still, even without my glasses on I had to notice…. ‘It’s got to be the vitamins. Fuck that. We’re busy. We both work. We’re exhausted. We don’t have time for a ‘soiree’.” I said “soiree” with an exaggerated French accent. “Better yet. Let’s go out that night. We’ll be out. Pick anywhere. Make a reservation.”She sighed. “What about being good neighbors?”“They can’t kick us out, right? We signed the papers. We’re on the lease.” I sighed. “But I’ve been asking around. They’ve gotten people kicked out before for odd reasons.” When she looked worried, I quickly added, “But hey,. Your knees begin to buckle as the mind numbing, body wracking, orgasm surges through you like a lightning bolt. Apparently you dont care if the kids hear you anymore FUCKFUCK FUCK! SHIT GODS YES! DRINK IT! DRINK IT YOU CUNT SUCKING BASTARD! GODS I LOVE YOU! You cry as your orgasm produces gallons of sweet nectar. I drink it all. You almost crumble to the floor, nearly spent. I catch you, and slowly stand up. My turn I say softly. I kiss you full on the mouth, my face sticky with your pussy.