Left from my bungalow was a hedge. It was the hedge that went around the fishing pool and at the front of it was the building where you could hire or ...uy some fishing gear.The bungalow in front of mine was those of the family and was bigger than mine. It seemed to have some extra bedrooms.During our walk up to our bungalows, I hadn't seen any other person around. Well, it was still very early and most of them would still be sleeping, I thought.After my bellboy had given Martha's bag back, her. “Yeah,” you say sitting up. “I have to admit, the spark seems to be relit.” “But didn’t I make you jealous?” she asks looking up at you innocently. “Yes, of course. But I guess that’s part of the spice,” you say awkwardly. Your wife thinks this over for a moment. “I saw you looking at Jenny’s body last night, you know,” she says. “Well, yeah, I looked,” you admit. “Did you get turned on?” she asks, looking at you curiously. “Um, no?” you say with a furrowed brow. She laughs lightly and slaps. ’ ‘I was serious about being hard for 22 to 24 hours a day. Until you have satisfied the pregnancy requirement you will be able to have multiple orgasms, you will come like a prize bull, and be able to come as often as every five minutes. Any woman you pass within five feet of, you will be able to have just by beckoning to her to follow you.’ ‘That all sounds great, Dad, but what the hell have I done to deserve it? Why am I an alpha and not you?’ ‘Well, from what Beth and Ellen told me, you. ."Making her admit that she enjoyed what I was doing to her and that she was mine now was all it took. Her body went into a tremendous orgasm as she twisted and convulsed under me.My cock kept slamming in and out of her pussy even as she was cumming. She cried out over and over in her pleasure. "Yes! Oh John, please! Please make me your slut, your whore! Please, I'll do whatever you want, baby, anything you want! Please make me yours... please!" I'm gonna cum, slut. I'm gonna cum!"Having this.