A whiff of men’s cologne on your pillow. And if you had come home from work just a few minutes early, on some summer evening, you might have been th...re in time to see a complete stranger pressing your young wife down into the bed with his large body and fucking her hard and long, making her big, soft breasts wobble and bounce with each long, confident stroke. And you might have seen how she kind of arched her back and squeaked when she came, sometimes as often as seven or eight times in a row,. You need to let her do that, just as you’ve done that with me. And keep Dad at bay.”“I got an earful about your comment.”“Whatever,” I said, shaking my head. “I thought I was making progress with him, but I’m not. And I’ll bet you anything you care to wager that your reaction to what I’m going to tell you is very different from Dad’s.”“You shared something with him you didn’t share with me? That’s not like you.”“I had my reasons. What he knows is what I’m going to tell you now. I’ll explain why. Let me watch you. I want to see a real good stream, all right?" All right," Helen quickly replied.Then, shoving her jeans down to her ankles, she let loose a torrent of yellow that splattered wildly in several directions on hitting a small boulder beside the house.Dutch stood clear watching with growing excitement. As soon as Helen had finished, he dragged the unresisting woman several feet away and fell to his knees too lick the remnants of her piss from her pubic hair before sending his. Jenn and I drove back to the motel talking about the weird stuff we learned about our relatives and family history. Her mom called her to say they wanted to check out and head out at 6 o’clock in the morning and I also had a long drive home and wanted to get an early start. I closed the motel room door and she turned to me and said, “look about last night… I really enjoyed what we did, but please don’t think I am some kind of a slut.” No, please don’t worry. I loved it too. The feeling.