My cock twitched with the excitement of this rare occurrence in my wife. Her orgasm was much shorter this time. As soon as it ended I jumped on her an... pushed her legs over my shoulders. I pushed my fat dick into her soaking and fully exhausted cunt. I thrust hard pushing her knees up near her shoulders. I pounded into her again and again. 'Cum baby, cum, cum in me' she begged. My angry cock did not take long. I felt it start to tingle with the orgasm building. I kept thrusting building the. One that belonged to the father of her unborn child who she’d fully expected to now show little or any interest in her now he’d fulfilled his and his brothers ambition of ‘knocking her up’ as they’d put it, perhaps that he’d only now and again display her as a source of amusement to others as his ‘Human Milking Machine’ as her son Dan had described his mother. Although leaning on her elbow to raise herself a little, Catherine was unable to resist the temptation of reaching down and stroking the. I stopped at a bar and had several drinks to com down. I was feeling better when I got home. My wife was at the store and Casey was out some were. I went into the bath room and knew Casey was in there last. Her night gown was on the floor and the towel was too. I picked them up and a bright blue thong fell to the floor. I hung up the towel and her gown then picked up the thong , I could smell her sent on them . I held them to my face and took a deep breath. She smelled so sweet and the crouch. He’d also brought a change of clothes for me, some simpler and more common garments that I could wear anywhere without attracting particular attention. Under my new plain brown jacket I wore the custom made leather and silk holster harness that Mumford had also delivered from my home wardrobe, along with a small silk pouch of spare shot and premeasured paper tubes of powder, ready for swift reloading. With the coat buttoned, the bulge of small pistols in my underarms wasn’t noticeable,.