Did she think I had never tasted my own cum? Who the hell knew what women thought anyway? My mouth opened to the pressure of her finger and I began to...suck my sperm once again. Was this what they meant by recycling?She looked down at my cock and my eyes followed hers. It was still hard, though I knew I wouldn't, couldn't cum again for a while."Stay hard, Mikey, stay hard and don't move." Where the hell did she think I was going? I was laying there with my arms stretched out, unmoving. I had. His free hand wandered beneath her skirt, feeling her silky legs and moving upward. Relentlessly, he pulled her panties down and off, the black lace that was her trademark disappeared into his pocket. Sara heard him unzip his jeans, then she felt his fingers in her most intimate of places, biting her neck and moaning at her wetness that shouldn’t be happening in this circumstance. Her body betrayed her. Swiftly, his need intense and urgent, he pressed himself into her, slowly working his full. I took the next day off work and went to see his wife. She came to the door in a near see through nightgown. I could see she didn’t have on anything under it. I asked to see her husband and she said he had called her the night before and told her he would be home late. He had an emergency plumbing job and might even have to spend the night away. I guess my wife was the one who needed her plumbing fixed. He didn’t make it home. He had called her just before I got there and said he would see her. So soft but so big my fingers just touched together, pulling the foreskin back the huge bulbs head appeared, I gasped again as I felt his cock start to go firm, dad groaned and fell asleep again, I was beyond excited, my heart beating so fast, my palms sweating and was feeling damp in between my legs, before I could think I was rubbing his cock and it was now getting harder, I let go and run upstairs and locked myself in my room, stripping I was too excited and rubbed my hard nipples Cumming in.