Was there typically a moratorium on sex while in mourning for a unicorn? How the hell long was that mourning period supposed to last? Surely the 20,16... minutes that had already passed were enough. Unicorns weren’t the only creatures that were horny. Husbands were horny, too. Some husbands were really horny. He had recently returned from a training session during which time they had been apart for nearly a month. Two more weeks had passed since the unicorn’s departure. Why wasn’t she as horny as. Karen gazed at it, as if mesmerized. Keith boldly rubbed his cock through his pants and Karen ran her tongue over her lips, breathing fast.“Karen, Keith is fucking me, too,” Sarah said. “He has a fantastic cock, you know. It’s okay that he knows you suck my cunt.”“But it isn’t,” Karen said, still gazing at her son’s bulging cock. “He’ll tell his father...”“Not me, Mom,” Keith grinned, still trying to see his mother’s tits.“There, you see,” Sarah said. “Keith won’t say anything, I won’t say. Monday night I sent out an e-mail to the guys in my group that I would be out jogging on Wednesday late in the afternoon, just before dusk, and if they were interested in meeting me, I was going to stop and rest at my secrete area. The reason that I picked later in the day, was that my husband wanted to follow and secretly watch and hear the action. I got ready as I normally do, dressed in sports bra, t-shirt, shorts (no panties today) and running shoes. I kissed my husband bye, and walked. “You’d look fine tanning like us,” she said.“Kind words, darling, but I think that might be pushing my luck. Besides, how would I explain to my husband the lack of tan lines?”Georgia answered, “What explain? Tell him you used a tanning booth. Or just say you were laying around naked and letting young men ogle you. See what he thinks about that.”Betty laughed at that. “I don’t think so. I love my husband dearly, but he’s not as ... um, liberated ... as I am. I come here every few months and.