He cleared his throat, trying to reclaim his senses and intelligible speech. ‘No, there’s nothing else.’ ‘Then what are you looking at?’ ‘...ou know what I’m looking at. You took the dress off in front of me.’ ‘Oh, that. Well, we are going to this dinner tonight. I’m just trying to get you in the mood, in the character, as my husband. What would my husband be doing right now?’ She smiled, looking him up and down, smoothing her hands over his shoulders and arms. ‘Probably be taking this bra and. "Catharine I am so close, keep rubbing, please don't stop, I am so close to shooting all over you" I groaned as Catharine increased the pressure under her palm. 'Cum all over me" Catharine instructed as I felt my balls release under her rubbing. "Cummmmmmminggggg' I moaned as a small shot of high velocity cum hit Catharine squarely on the lips, followed by a huge wad of man goo that squirted into her lower neck and upper chest area. Catharine chanted quietly now, "ohhh yess cum on me" as load. This time it he who didn't stand a chance.He began thrusting his hips. He said, "Jesusfuck," and came into my mouth like a horse, his hole grabbing my finger again and again and again. I gulped and gagged. Somehow I managed to keep it all. Swallowing cum, I glanced up at him. He looked directly down at me. It was a look of triumph, of victory. Moreover it was a look of contempt, of pity. To be gazed upon like this, by a boy like this, was nothing less than thrilling. I basked in the glow of it.. He marveled at the fact that that feisty young filly back there in the bedroom had accepted him as a mate, however fleeting that acceptance was likely to be. Last night had been one of those once in a lifetime moments. He would never forget last night. On cold winter nights, he'd huddle under blankets and relive last night a thousand times.He thought about rummaging around in the kitchen to see what he could rustle up for breakfast, but then decided not to. Some women are fairly territorial.