Though he had only been there once before, Jon felt a strange sense of homecoming. Part of it was that the home was so inviting—the home, and the pe...ple who lived there. Alice Larson greeted them both—greeted him—like a long-lost friend, and her husband was scarcely less welcoming. And many of the "kids" greeted them the even more warmly—Max Lapinski, Missy Sloane, Alisa Bergen. Jon wasn't entirely sure what he'd done to befriend them to such a level. Or was this just how they greeted everyone?. After a few minutes she surprised me standing in my door asking bit angry: "Why are you always watching me? Are you on to something? Do we have more problems?I was a bit shocked and said, "no, no miss Trainer"Then what is it she asked. I asked her to come inside and talk and she did. She sat down on the couch and shockly reacted: Woooow what's that? Pointing at my hard cock she could easy see in my joggingpants.That's why I always look at you, i said.You do want to fuck me? I knew it, miss. Don’t know why, but this was making me even more excited. Slowly and gradually, he removed my hand atop my lund and placed his hand on my thigh. I pretend to be asleep. He started rubbing his hands on my bare thighs and looking at the tent in my shorts, must have got the indication that I am enjoying it too.About 15 mins had passed like this and I was growing restless now. I placed my hand on my lund and adjusted it a bit. No reaction from him, he continued caressing my thigh.Suddenly, he moved. Waterford. Look at your little wifey tonight, big guy. Nine inches of cock-meat buried in her ass. Not her mouth. Not her pussy. Her ass. Her sacred ass. Her sacred, married ass. Where no cock ever trespassed before. Hold on a second. This was not her first ass rodeo. Not with nine inches inside. Bitch! I felt the twitch in my balls. I didn’t have long to go. I pulled back and pushed in. Again. Again. A few more times. The bitch was bucking now, this time her ass against my.