The boys I was used to would have cum already. I bucked myself up by saying to myself, 'Well, if he lasts long in a bj, he'll last a long time screwin... me too.' That sent more thrills into my puss and that made me suck even harder on his cock. I must have hit a nerve because I heard him moaning my name as his cock expanded in my mouth. I knew what that meant so I put my tongue back to block my throat and moved back till just the head was in just in time as the first spew filled my mouth, then. ” I got it in my mouth when he grabbed a fistful of my hair and helped me. I gagged on his cock a few times as his strokes gained speed. The things he was saying got me soaked. “Your sick of your husband’s small cock and you love my cock. Take it!” He made me hold it as deep as I could and look up at him. “You like that don’t you, slut? “ I moaned. He was becoming more dominant as we went on and I loved every minute of it. He made me look up at him as drool ran down my chin, as he fucked. My mother had died not long after my birth, I have no memory of her. Her tomb is in a hidden corner of our garden. There is a whispered rumor that her voice had been heard from the tomb for many days after my father had buried her there. The tomb is built of granite, only half immersed into the earth, with small ventilation holes in its padlocked heavy and now rusted iron door, so she might have been heard had she still lived, but I have never met anyone who whispered that they had heard her. Anyway I needed a wee and went up to the bathroom upstairs. I like to use this one because I can normally find a pair of Eileen’s dirty knickers in the wash basket. I had my wee and still with cock out I opened the basket and found a pair of her knickers. They were a day old and had a nice piss stain and quite a large shit stain. My cock was hard and needed wanking off. I put the piss stained crotch to my nose and as I sniffed I wanked off. Suddenly the door opened and there was Eileen standing.