James's plane was due shortly and he always drove his own car home. Jen heard the car pull into the driveway and she went to door to greet her husband... James came in wearing his kilt and doublet, carrying his luggage and briefcase. His years in the service, and now as a security advisor, kept him in great physical condition. His broad shoulders in the doublet made him almost look regal. James stepped forward and grabbed Jen's neck, under her auburn hair, and kissed her deeply. "God have I. And so I am stuck like a stick in the mud. And I guess a stick in the mud can do nothing but observe the abusive attitudes of others. This will be my task. It will be a difficult struggle, to put my thoughts piecemeal upon the page. This will not be easy. I have to do it in a way so that everyone may understand. My thoughts wander as a result of this chemical imbalance, and I know I have learning disabilities as well. I am not able to read. My attention span is short, so talking to people does. Trying to recover, she lost it completely when he shoved his hand inside her. The wet from the first orgasm let him in. It hurt, but he wanted it. Taking some breaths, she relaxed and found her place on her knees. Pumping slowly in and and out, finding all the goodness in it, he pumped his hot hard rod down her throat. She felt the rub and suck in her mouth echo in her chest meeting the numb in the titty he still held. It resonated through her midsection into her loins. His knuckles reached in. Then suddenly, she distinctly heard voices outside the car and realised they were being watched. But she was too far gone to care, and as Mikes thick cock slowly pushed into her she screamed and gripping Mikes bum tried to pull him into her as fast as she could. Then they just fucked and fucked with the seat squelching from their juices, the car rocking madly and the spectators outside giving a little cheer and crude words of advice.Mike had also heard the voices, but was not surprised as he.