I went to the bathroom, peed to reduce the usual morning wood, showered, shaved and brushed my teeth before going to the kitchen. I made coffee and to...k a cup to the front porch to enjoy the refreshing morning air. I was surprised to find a city newspaper on the porch so I sat in a rocker and read the paper while sipping my coffee. I was on my second cup when a couple came jogging by. She only had on socks and running shoes. He had on the same but also had a jock strap to keep his stuff from. She began to stroke the bottom part of his shaft while sucking on the rest. Peter grabbed her head and began to move her head for her, guiding his huge cock back and forth ever so slightly. He moved at a nice slow pace, stopping once and awhile to pull his dick out of her mouth for a bit too only ease it back into her craving mouth. Pete continued to moan and cue while he used my wife’s face as a fuck toy. He held her head in place now and began to move his own hips into her face. His thrusts. No woman could share a book collection as screwed up as this. They'd run a mile.Repulsed, she stayed away from the stranger's flat a long while after that. She didn't want to be found by him in his own flat and end up beaten and trussed and repeatedly sodomised by this guy who could quite easily be some fucked up piece of cheese. Bondage was her limit; bummy sex, scat, was just not her thing. She momentarily shrugged off any curiosity she had towards this new arrival...It was late on a Saturday. ‘Yeah. Thanks.’ I said completely satisfied and relaxed. The next morning at breakfast, I was hard again. Mom didn’t seen to notice either. I was squirming on the bed. ‘My goodness, Damien. I know teenagers stay horny, but gosh.’ Mom said looking at the bulge. ‘I’m sorry Mom.’ I said. She reached down and squeezed it through the covers. ‘Would you like for me to…to suck it?’ Mom asked. ‘Mom, why don’t you call Nicole and have her come over.’ I asked. Boy, that was the wrong thing to say! ‘This.