She would blow me with her mouth, of course, which was usually nice, but I always was dying to feel my cock deep inside her soft throat when I came.So...anyway we'd had a big fight the night before about something and I was driving to work the next day, it was late in the morning and I was still pissed at her.Driving down the highway, I spied a person on the road side, pulling off with emergency lights on. I slowed and passed them. In my rear view, I was surprised to see some blonde hair and soft. Sex between Cynthia and I just got better and better. She learned what pleased her and so did I. She liked to be on top in the beginning and then on her back at the end with me pounding into hard.One night on the way home Mom asked, “Can I watch you and Cynthia sometime having sex? It’s okay with her. She doesn’t mind.”I looked at Mom. I really looked at Mom. She was thirty-nine years old and going to be forty in a week. She was a fine looking lady with nice breasts, small waist, and flaring. The girls answered with involuntary moans of approval. One of them had pulled out a strap-on from somewhere and had bent a blonde girl with tiny tits over the arm of the couch. Pots and pans clattered to the floor behind me as Mike pounded his girl on the counter."She's psychotic," I said, absentmindedly watching Mike and the black woman."Do you mind?" he grunted.My pants were really tight now, my erection throbbing against my underwear. Everyone around me was naked, working against each other. As in BLUE BALLS,his pair are larger than two Jumbo Eggs!From his balls going up his thickly veined shaft,his cock-head is as huge as a miniature apple(and the most purplish part as well).As I started bending his boner down towards the direction of his knee stumps,I asked,"I'm not hurting you am I?" He replied groaning hoarsely,"No,NO...I LOVE IT!Do it harder.It won't break!PLEEEEEASE!" His whole world reeked of irony:He had the most beautiful cock I'd ever seen in my life.He was now.