As I was about to my put shirt on Sara barge in my room with a strange look on her face. ‘What wrong honey?” ask worried. She answered in a angry ...oice “You was with another women last night wasn’tyou?” “What” was all I could say in shock. ‘Listen here young… ‘No you listen here” Sara scream in a loud voice “You have me at home but you go fuck another women behind my back” she started to cry. “you won’t touch me but you can go off in fuck some random whore?” Then she began hitting me across my. “Can’t be too careful. If I knew you better you could do her bareback.” “Must I?” “Take it or leave it bud. I’m making the rules here.” “Yeah but I’m the first.” “Oh yeah, so you know where she’s been? and I know where you’ve been?” By then Diane’s eyes were fixed on what was in front of her and the thing was getting bigger. “Cover up or no go,” he said. Diane smiled. “Come on,” she whispered. “Come on, just for me. I want it but master here is never going to let me unless you do it right.. We traded good mornings and started slowly washing each other off the results of our passions of last night, but her touch was causing me to grow very hard and it was becoming quite noticeable as she bumped into me as we washed.“Oh my, he is starting to wake up down there!” she said with a giggle.“Having you so near always wakes him up!”“Well let’s see what we can do about this situation then.” she said.With that she reached for me and started stroking my shaft slowly as she leaned into me for. Much like the sloppy, sucking sounds that Cheryl was making around Peter's swollen member. It almost made me laugh, simply because I do find sex funny sometimes. The way it can be a different experience from one moment to the next, even with the same person. Sometimes our pleasure can be very internalized, almost a private affair regardless of our surroundings, as it seemed to be then. Other times we're vocal and engaging, the experience enjoyed with interaction beyond that necessary for.