"Sorry for what, baby?"He lay back down beside me, still hard. As I watched his cock intently, it bobbed around, indicating just how turned on he was ...y me. I ached to have him, wanted nothing more than for him to bury himself in me, make love to me. For that is what I knew he would do; he respected me, wanted to bring me pleasure, not pain; I was sure of it.He sighed. "I'm not very good at this, am I?" He made a face. I hastened to his defence."On the contrary, sweetheart. You are very, very. Eventually, one of them turned on the TV and they stared mindlessly at whatever happened to be on. A couple of months later they seemed to come out of their stupor and they looked for shows that would, if not cheer them up, would at least distract them.Anna and Shaun were much like their parents, preferring the company of family to anyone else. Oh, they were friendly with the other kids at school, it was just that they didn’t feel like they needed friends, not when they had each other. They. Well, a pencil. A torch. Something anyway.I slipped down onto him, taking his great big, wide dick right inside me, right down to his (huge) balls.I gasped at the "intrusion". My God, I was FILLED to capacity!!I reached behind my curvy arse to feel his big balls. They were still dropped, wellaway from his body. At least he wasn't going to prematurely ejaculate."Oh my GOD that feels good!" I cooed as I rode up and down on him "I haven't had it for weeks!" He looked up at me and didn't know quite. Sex was terrible, his idea of sex lasted about 30 sec, needless to say I got almost nothing out of his wham bam thank you mam, just lots of frustration. We had a big fight a day or two before, He had wanted sex and I told him to keep his pencil dick away from me, I wouldn't be fertile for a couple of days and he should save up his endemic sperm.This evening I was getting ready for a business dinner with my company as I was a executive secretary. My short, pudgy, balding husband was not at home..