My skin was turning blue there. I got under the cover and tried to rest. In few min i felt him on me. He fucked me again and slept over my body. In th... morning he woke up 1st when the phone rang. He was ready to fuck me again. He answered the call and at the same time started fucking me.After the call he said it was his wife. I was beyond shock. He fucked me again 3ce in 1 hour. Told me to get dressed. He dropped me at my cousin's and told me to be ready at 2pm as he was going to continue where. I grabbed her hips and began fucking that ass as fast as I could. Jamie was pressed up against the wall with only my grip on her hips keeping her up, moans and the occasional stifled scream pouring from her like mad. I have no idea how long we went on like that but eventually Jamie bit her lip and let out a high pitch scream and tightened around me so hard that when it made me cum I only got a single shot off inside her before her ass squeezed me out and I shot the rest of my load on her. Harold waved his arm in acknowledgement as he headed inside. Lisa waited until she no longer saw him then ran inside, herself, and rushed to the bathroom and the clothes she had bought. She quickly pulled on a pair of panties and a pair of shorts then hesitated and, as a wave of stubbornness came over her, pulled on a skimpy sleeveless top. She felt relieved to be again 'presentable' but, at the same time, in spite of the 'comfort fit' labels on the clothes she had bought, she was feeling. What ever the head doctors say, I love it. The scents of sex fill the air. I open my eyes and see her armpit with a bead of sweat trickling down to the bed. I can smell the sweat, both the sweat from us all dancing wildly earlier this evening. To the smell of “new” sweat that her new lover is creating now. There is a faint hint of her “shower fresh” deodorant, it is all but gone, yet I can still detect it. Once in awhile if her lovers thrust are great enough to make her breast flop, I can smell.