As I took it and welcomed him in I couldn't help notice how big and strong his hand was. My own are far from feeble but as I shook his I felt inferior...instantly. My mind instantly questioned the size of his manhood in comparison. I showed him through to the lounge where my wife sat, hugging her knees nervously on the sofa. I remember her looking so small and sweet sitting there as I moved aside so that he could enter the room. He was quick to offer her his paddle as he saw her, not even giving. I give him a fuck off look but he groans and cums deep into me, way too quickly. As I push him off and hopefully out of the bathroom so I can clean up, he does the opposite, grabs me and pushes me out the door, I’m guessing so he can wash my pussy off his cock before his wife catches him, but as I stumble out the door, without my panties, there’s my husband coming up the stairs. Fuck. We leave, and I’m not wearing panties so Jack’s cum is dribbling down my thighs. I’m trying to squeeze and keep. Is content to let the world come to him. You're not. You go charging right at the world whether it's ready or not. You go into battle without ever looking at how the world at large might view it." That's because I don't care how the world at large views it," Brock cut in. He was surprised when Stan smiled at him."Yes," Stan agreed. He took a deep breath and leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees. "And that's what I tend to forget. If I may, let me explain how today would have happened. .. ‘ERROR’.When the woman heard her daughter’s voice she ignored the question completely and responded with, “ERROR, ERROR, ERROR! All I get is bloody ERROR! Do you know how to set the timer on this blasted thing, sweetie? I’ve been trying for half an hour now and just keep getting this bloody ERROR message!”The woman then punched a few buttons on the console then swore at the thing again then stood up and turned to face her 15 year old daughter. When she saw the young 18 year old man standing.