I hangout a lot at my local coffee shop but had never been approached by any of the girls until that one fateful day. I had been sitting around d...inking my coffee and surfing on my phone when i decided to go out for a cigarette. I never saw her get up and follow me but as i turned around there she was. "Can i get a smoke from you?" was her first words to me. "i don't know" i said "whats in it for me?" As i waited for a reply i took the time to check this girl out. She was a teenage. .."I like your husband, Miss" I finally answered, as I continued to pound into his ass. "Good boy. Well show him how much you like him, Ben."It was the last little encouragement I needed. I broke from her gaze and looked down at her husband's well-defined back. Bending forwards, I pushed up the little lacy vest and lowered myself onto him so that I could feel as much of his body against my own as I unleashed my cum into his ass. Driving deep into him and holding myself there as my cum shot out. Tom was eating a bowl of cold cereal, her mom sat next to him drinking coffee."Morning mom, where's dad?" Your father left a bit earlier, he and your Uncle were going to take care of a few things. How did you sleep?"Sally took a bowl from the cupboard and sat next to her brother. She filled the bowl with cereal and covered it with milk. "I slept great."As she ate her food, she kept glancing at her mom, looking for any indication that she knew about the two teen's sleeping arrangements. Her mom. That is precisely why he is my boyfriend. It’s not for sex per se, because I have other cocks in me, on average, twice a day. But that is work. Feeling the hands on my body and the rubbing and squirting down there doesn’t meet my most important needs. I need loving sex from a man who is not joining with a busty beautiful blond body, but with the person inside that package. And that man is my boyfriend. He is not handsome or rugged or even have the biggest penis I get regularly. He just loves me.