Fuck me with that hard dick. Fuck that pussy up. Fuck it up. Fuck that shit up! Aaaaaaaaaah! Fuck! So fucking hard! Oh, fuck! Keep that dick inside me...and fuck me all day. Fuck!" During that whole week I fucked her all over her place. The living room, the kitchen, in the shower, and even by the windows where the neighbors across the street enjoyed the show. Cyn did her screaming out the window while I was fucking her in. Heather looked up in surprise before realizing what it was."Want something to eat?" I laughed. "I know I do."Heather nodded silently and the two of us helped pull each other off the couch. We held hands as we walked into the kitchen to sit down for a meal of cold pizza."Just like living in the dorms," I joked. "Cold pizza in the middle of the night."Heather paused, a slice of pizza halfway to her mouth."I just want to thank you again," she stammered. "It really means a lot to me and I don't. "I'll drive you back when we're done." But what will people say?" That they saw two soccer moms in the same car, how often must that happen every day in America?" We both laughed, easing the awkwardness, but not the sexual tension that had been building. "I want this, Kate." No, you want me to lick your pussy, now say it." It was only a few blocks back to my place. Wednesday was Mike's golf night, nine holes before it got dark and my son was away at college. Not that I wasn't going to tell. The last few weeks, she'd been angry all the time about our daughter. Maybe she was finally getting that Valerie was becoming her own woman and wasn't a child any longer. She needed to be treated more like an adult.I flexed my hand, my cock hard. I really wanted to spank my wife's ass. Maybe I'd fuck her doggy style. We hadn't done that in a while. It would be hot. Plowing into Anna's pussy and cracking my hand on her rump. That stinging sound would echo through the room.God, that would be.