By the time I get to the bathroom Arun is ready fuck his father's wife when his father's in the house.Apart from all this perverse and cheating, my se... life has also been very fulfilling. Sometimes I even get away with four fucks a day with both men of the house getting two fucks each from the woman of the house. Some times I even got fucked by both men in a short duration.Two months after my son made me his sex-partner he got a job with a computing firm here and had to go for training to. My gaze fell. I watched his hand disappear and return, cock held firmly, smeared moisture leaking from the tip.My fingers worked faster, my thumb stopping now and then to help pinch and flick at my sensitive clit, then plunging down to join the rest of my fingers and they all strained to enter my sopping cunt together, doing their Oscar-worthy imitation of a turgid cock.He began stroking himself and all of the feelings inside me intensified. I wanted him to touch me and I wanted to touch him. I. It didn't take long for the managers to get back and get us all caught up on what we were going to be doing. It seemed pretty crazy at the time to think that we would be moving 80 feet of steel shelving filled with all kinds of soda. As we all got to work unloading the shelves we all started talking and getting to know one another. With some of them I could tell straight away that there was no way we would ever be friends, but most of them turned out to be really nice people.One in particular. He was a skinny young guy, looking like a nerdy high school teenager, but his wife was really loving what the k** was doing to her. ‘Yeah!’ she hissed. ‘Fuck my ass, you stud!’ John was furious. Not that she was cheating on him, but that she was loving something that she told him she’d never do. The k** moaned and pumped her with quick, rabbit-like thrusts. He cried out and stiffened as he came, pouring himself into her bowels. She screamed and appeared to cum at the same time. When he was.