I don't bounce up an down, just slowly begin to rock my hips back and forth. I lean back and place my hands on the bed, giving Tyler an unobstructed v...ew of my swollen, pre-cum smeared cock. I gyrate faster. My body moves with a fluid wave like motion. Each time I grind forwards I thrust my hips up. The movements makes my cock buck and bounce around from side to side, hitting each thigh in turn. Tyler moves his hips in rhythm with mine, creating a perfect harmony between my ass and his cock. We. Now this had my attention. Why would two pairs of my son’s underwear be in my bedroom on my side of the bed? I tried to reason it out, but can only think of one logical reason. I stashed this info away in my brain and went about doing laundry, including washing his underwear and giving them to him.Fast-forward to this past Thursday. We have another short 2 day trip to take so again I am doing laundry. I had totally forgotten about my son’s underwear being in my room…then I. After a few minutes and when I eventually left her canal, we washed ourselves in the river and dried on the ruined towels. It was time to head back to reality and the normality of our daily lives. Sally dozed all the way home in the car while I relived the scene and paid automatic attention to driving.I dropped her off a little way from the blocks of flats. Dusk was setting, it was quite late.“You going to be okay when you get in?” I asked, hoping that her husband wouldn’t be calling the local. I looked at Erica, she looked at me and grinned and we stood up and followed. It has to be said though, we were in disbelief until the vip lounge opened in front of us and it looked pretty damned amazing.This was our first time seeing this special area let alone being inside it, and with drinks in hand we sat near the back once more with wall to wall sofa's and low tables with lamps on them. We both settled while admiring everything and turkish lad sat next to my wife. His friends sat nearby on.