He takes me to the side of his California king bed which seems even bigger and I complain about having sex in front of his picture of Jesus. He doesn'... help me out but keeps moving forward. So we first do missionary. He gives me head again. I remember him telling me in a bossy manner to suck his cock. I do. I remember feeling like I was watching from above, not really in control of what I'm doing. I remember asking him questions about liking what I was doing and feeling like I was talking like. You like cum?" she added with a coy glance. I thrust my cock deep and hard into her swollen and dripping cunt. The dirty ooze of filth that is fucking creampies is the dark, burning fetish that keeps me awake at night. Watching a man squirt cum into a ravaged lover sparks a twinge of jealousy that is intoxicating. I want her because he has her. It is a power thing. No. It is more primal than that. I like to feel other men's cum in a woman's pussy when I fuck her. I really like when I can rub my. “Si,” she smiled again.She stood as I pulled the covers back getting out of bed. When I was standing there in just my boxers I saw her looking at my morning wood.“Sorry,” I said when she smiled. I covering my erection with my hand and went into the bathroom. I started to grab a pair of jeans but decided she was only wearing a t-shirt and pair of my boxers, I should be alright wearing my boxers.In the kitchen I opened the refrigerator and she dutifully moved me out of her way. She looked inside,. So we sat there talking and he said "I haven't had sex for twenty years", I did feel sorry for him. I said "Surely you wank?" and he said "Yes but it's not the same doing it for yourself", to which I nodded, he looked sad. I placed my hand on his knee and said I can help you if you'd like, to which he looked at me shocked, "But it'd have to be our secret", he sadly nodded.I moved closer to him on the bench and he just looked at me as I squeezed the inside of his thigh. He sat back and I inched.