’ surmised Judie, signing for the package and wishing the delivery man well on his way. Twelve years of marriage had taught Judie to expect all sort... of weird gadgets and gizmos to turn up unannounced at the front door in package form. She assumed it was Tony’s way of managing his frustrations. He always told her that he understood if she didn’t want to have sex as often as he would like, but over the years, once a week had become once a fortnight, once a month and now pretty much only on. I felt like I was a virgin again. “Holy shit, dude! This is the tightest pussy I’ve ever felt!” John said to the director. With both hands on my hips, he pulled me back onto his cock and slowly began thrusting into me. Within three strokes, that orgasm that was waiting to hit me ripped through me like a tidal wave. Like that was some sort of cue, John began fucking me in earnest. I couldn't stop cumming. I felt like I had no control of my body. Without warning or taking himself out of me,. ”Walker’s sigh was as soft as a baby’s.“But it’s my other hand that has your attention now. Hmm, your tummy is so flat. What’s this? Oh, your Pilar heart. And I know exactly what it points to.”He breathed in and out.“God, Walker, I am so fucking proud of you. So big, so hard.”I cooed into the phone, smiling at the monosyllabism coming from the other end. I carried him along then said, “I’m right on the edge, honey, let me know and we’ll cum together.”He did and we did.The wake-up call was also. But for me – their child – it was annoying to deal with. It was akin to living two different lives.My mother was raising me to be modest and proper, while my father took advantage of his newfound freedom by going through what appeared to be a midlife crisis. His way of raising me revolved around the simple philosophy of “do whatever.” I couldn’t complain that my life was dull, at least.“He seems to be late. What’s taking him so long?” I asked just as my bedroom door swung open, and my mother.