My wife's hand was grasping my manhood through my clothing.When I reached my hand between her legs I became aware again of Ron, as I realized our two ...ands were seeking the same treasure between her thighs. I looked over and my wife's other hand was kneading his crotch as she simultaneously massaged mine.I whispered into her ear "Are you sure you want this to happen?"She answered me by speaking to us both, saying "Help me take these clothes off and then both of you take off yours."As if reading. .only thing was the ODD JOBS started to become sexual favours FROM ME.We recently moved into our bungalow that we inherited from an elderly gentleman who i had done odd jobs for for the last few years of his life, at times this was a real chore but it was to save him from going into a retirement home and the deal was if we kept him out of a gods waiting room he would leave it to us as he had no living relatives to leave it to. It was around 5 years ago that we befriended the gentleman Named. Too soon she broke the kiss to announce, "No more chicken soup." "No more chicken soup," I repeated as I glanced at the clock. I asked, "How come you are so early?" "Mom called our chemistry teacher and persuaded him to excuse me from class to come and tutor you. She even picked me up and drove me here, dropping me off just now. You know her last words to me were, 'Now don't pester him for cum. You are here to teach him chemistry.'" "Well, you taught me the chemistry of cum. That is, if I don't. Not anymore. She was someone else. Had I awakened something in her yesterday? The way she felt both pleasure and pain at the same time, was that what was preventing her from distinguishing the two? If so, it was all my fault. And I had to bring her back no matter what. First of all, I would have made her cum. I figured she would turn back to her older self once she reached her climax, much like I felt regret as soon as I came inside her throat yesterday.I shoved my dick back inside her pussy. I.