I am human.My wife works. One morning this last week as I was driving her to work I saw an old couple sitting on their porch the next block over. All ... could think and feel was I HATE YOU! I didn’t know those people. I had never seen them before that moment, but I hated them with every fiber of my being because they were old and I’m not going to be. If I could have killed them and gotten away with it I would have. Instead, I finished taking my wife to work and thought about how much I hated. I asked if I should put on a rubber and she said "No. You're my boyfriend. You don't have to use rubbers with me."She wanted me to give it her missionary style and so we settled into a slow, comfortable screw (I've always liked the name of that drink). We french kissed and tongued each other's ears and generally had a wonderful time. Finally she came again and I exploded into her.When the dust had settled, she looked up at me and said "ready for the next lesson" "If it involves an erection,. Patrick kept stroking his cock until his second load squirted out on her tits. Leaning forward, holding his cock over her tits, he squeezed the head milking out more of his cum letting it drip on one of her nipples. Disappointed that he had to jerk off, Patrick stood in front of Michelle. The orgasm felt good but not as good as if he came in her mouth or pussy. A thought raced through Patrick’s head and his eyes widened, no; she’s not going to make me… “Clean them off, you got them all messy. As I sat there I figured I would go back in and I did but it was dead so I left to go home. As I drove to leave I saw his car setting at the end of the road as you leave the rest area. I desided to park a few spots away. I got out of my xar and put some trash in the trash can and saw he was looking at me. I looked a round a bit and walked up to his car. As I got closer he put his window down. I was trying think of some kind of small talk that would justify why I was walking to his car. As I got.