Our lovemaking covered the entire gamut from sweaty, pounding, passion, to a slow, gentle, rhythmical, joining and back again. The bed reeked of sex, ...nd the room and our sheets were going to need more than the standard wash cycle before they would be useable again.In the quiet after our final explosion Andrea wanted to talk. “I’ve missed you ... missed ... this ... all of this. When you were injured and I came to Orlando to keep you company we ... well ... we were like ... you know .... I rolled over, my cock standing at attention."Thinking about you ... us." Oh dear, just when I was going to announce breakfast was ready." She licked her lips as she approached the bed. I took her hand as she got closer, her eyes never leaving my erection."I would hate for breakfast to get cold, and I hate cold coffee ... maybe after breakfast." I teased as I placed her hand on me.Grace shuddered, and said, "I'd hate for it to go to waste." Breakfast?" I asked.She didn't reply as her red lipped. I watched Oliver I could tell was done. He was trying to move. My wife still not in her right mind didn't seem to notice. Oliver kicked his leg over and they were now locked butt to butt. My wife was in a state of constant orgasms. I could see her face, her jaw-dropping, her eyes closed so tight. I knew they were stuck for the next ten to twenty minutes like this. All I could do is watch with a dick that was just dripping pre-cum.After a while, my wife came back to herself still with them. Her tears streamed down her face as her body continued to twitch. My hand stayed between her legs, caressing her wet skin until her last aftershock had long passed. I turned her body towards me and lovingly kissed away her tears. I knew what caused them. Keira bent her head and nuzzled my neck, whispering sweet "thank you's in my ear. Of course, she didn't need to thank me; I just gave her what she deserved ... what every man in her past should have given her.Sadly, mental abuse can leave.