He’s back pounding my wife’s fanny for a good few minutes while one of the leg holders has been rubbing her clit for the same time and only stoppi...g when she comes and squirts. She’s looks limp and can hardly scream any more while trying to catch her breath, just about on the verge of passing out, just like last week when I found her.“Take that you bitch” Scott shouts out as he comesI watch him push as far in as possible with each squirt then grunts as he ejects his load inside my wife who is. B...But..." I stammer.He stops walking too and looks at me."But what?" W...Well, you're b-beautiful as it is. You don't need to s-shower daily, as long as you don't do it once a week." I say with a smile on my face while I try my hardest not to stammer, but that damn beautiful face I have fallen in love with makes it so hard for me to keep my cool.I bet he is thinking oh, a gay fan, lucky me now.Or maybe Of all the persons who can have male fans, I have to end up with a gay fan. But he just. Begged her to follow me and replaced her phone with a new costly one. (I work for a MNC and they satisfy me with bucks a lot) well. Her new phone was working well. And in the meantime, I’d offered her a coffee and boy oh boy. She has accepted it. I was jumping. During the talk.. She found that both of us where going to the same hotel and offered me a ride. I was glad she was going well with me and took the ride. It was a Honda accord; a jet black one. Wheels chromed. And when she said she’d. My son had a towel in his hand.“Toby,” I said, “you’re supposed to knock before entering, you know.”I turned off my vibrator. It was a wand type that I used on occasion, just about always set to the higher vibration level.“Uh, sorry, mom, I thought you were downstairs. I was, uh, going to use your laptop. To, you know, do what you’re doing.”“Well, go ahead, I guess,” I said, “I’m not going to stop.”I turned the vibrator back on at the lower vibration level, and used it on my tummy and upper.