I stumbled back a bit and tucked my cock back beneath my waistband. I grabbed the last of the groceries and started to leave."What about me?" she ask...d."What about you?" I replied and left the garage. A few minutes later she came back into the house and walked quickly upstairs. In a minute, she came out of her bedroom and called dad upstairs. He gave me a quizzical look and I gave him a hunched up shoulders response to say that I didn't know what she wanted.Grumbling about the game, he. Her roommate couldn’t wait for her to pass out before she was all over me, begging for her share, too. They all figure they’ve just found the secret of life.”“You come in quarts?” I compared the similitude to my own experience.“Not literally! God damn, man. Are you one of those who take every example literally?”“No. I just wanted to make sure.”“Well, it seems like quarts these days. Never fails to fill a girl to overflowing. I’m sixty years old and I come more now than when I was a teenager.. Then it pans back down her body, I notice her nipples sticking straight up as hard as a rock. It continues down she has now placed a finger at the opening of her pussy. She slowly begins to insert it. The slow motion she is using to do this is only intensifying her own pleasure, building for that one time climax. My hand around my cock again stroking slowly downward as her finger enters her pussy. Thinking her finger is my cock I match her thrusts inward with my strokes. Her finger fucking. This time, Anthony barely moved. When Paige’s head snapped around at the sound of someone entering the room, Anthony continued to stroke his cock, a small smirk on his face. “I’m sorry, Meg,” said Paige, her face shiny with spit. “Don’t be sorry, honey. I’m glad to see that you’re taking such good care of my son. I hope you’re grateful Anthony. Most married men aren’t so lucky.” “I am grateful.” “Let me see you suck my son’s cock..