He said his wife was out of town so he could host, which got me more turned on, there’s something about older married men that my cock begs for. I t...ld him that I could leave whenever he wants this cock to which he replied now and sent his address to me, while telling me that he was waiting naked in his room all the way down the hall to the left, the front door will be open, just come wake daddy up. He knew how to hit the right strings because I left for his house within minutes, hard cock in. I stepped up and slowly pushed the tip into her sex. “Oh my god! You are so wet!” she said loudly. Her husband stared at my dick inside of his wife, curious to see our juices mixing together. I continued to push inside of her, over and over. I grabbed her ass and gently pushed her away without pulling out, and then put my hands on her hips and pulled her closer, ready to push deeper. “I want to ride you still. You know that, right?” she asked with a curiosity about whether or not I was about to. ” She remained silent. “You... you should be careful about getting too involved with holiday friends, Ginny,” her mum started to say. “Holiday friendships are one thing but having them invade your home life is something entirely different.” Ginny held her mum’s gaze. She knew. She knew. Ginny knew that her mum knew. Not the detail, obviously, but she knew. “Still I suppose it’s a different era now. A different generation with different... views... and a different outlook on life.” Ginny. I confess I almost dropped that bowl when I saw the red patch on the bed sheets where I must have bled from her penetration of me. I looked down and saw traces upon my thighs and felt, I admit, a little unsteady for a moment. ‘Come, come, girl, it is perfectly natural.’ I bathed her face and then returned to the washstand and cleansed myself. As I turned back to her, I saw her pulling the bell rope to summons a servant. Such was the quickness of Jenkins’ attendance that I suspected she had been.