She started by lugging the milk into the kitchen. Even in early October, dew beaded like sweat on their sides. Cold never really hit Georgia until Jan...ary or so. Maybe December.As it turned out, she had plenty of time. He didn't show at all, the whole time she was stowing things away, and she got started on dinner. Meatloaf was a safe choice. Hobart never complained about her meatloaf, which was the closest thing to praise that came from him anymore.It was hard to remember ever loving him. She. As I stood there listening to the grunting of another man and the sounds of my wifes breathing and moaning, my heart started pumping fast in my chest and my cock instantly filled with blood, slipping past my briefs and sliding to full length between my jeans and my leg. The pressure there was incredible and I moved my hand to it to adjust it slightly. This did little to relieve strain. At this point my whole world centered on the sounds coming from the bedroom: of all places, our own bed. I let. My mate. And I'm almost NOT sore at all." Are you suggesting..." That we go around the house making sure all the blinds are down. And then take us a happy shower, and then clothes are NOT an option." Sassy little thing, aren't you?" I love you. And I LIKE it!" A man could do worse," I said."So could a girl. You got a nice weenie!" Giggle. "You have TWO 'yes' votes!" When we're both old and grey you're gonna still be reminding me that I did Sherry."Giggle. "According to Sherry, you didn't 'do'. She gripped my dick in her hand and with only a few strokes I was cumming on her tits as well. By the time I was done, Shelly was a sticky mess, her chest was spotted with our semen like the canvas of Pollock painting.Chris snagged a couple towels from the bathroom. I leaned toward Shelly “Thank you for this” She smiled and said “no. Thank you.” She got up and went to the bathroom to finish cleaning off. Chris and I got dressed and I finished off my beer. “Fun times, right?”“Unbelievable” he.