The closer I got there; I could hear my wife's voice above other noises. Just a few steps away from the door, it finally hit me. The sounds I was hear...ng were the sounds of sex. At first I thought Ana was being attacked by some stranger, until I clearly heard her yelling, "Fuck me, Oh yes, fuck me!" over and over.The door to the bedroom was slightly open and the sounds from my wife having sex with someone other than me, was quite clear now. I tried peeking in through the door but the view of. ' And not wanting this to happen he tried to take his mind of the enjoyment he was experiencing, and turned his mind to unexciting things and people. Margaret Thatcher, Susan Boyle, traffic wardens, washing machine repairs (his daily employment), and DIY, but she was too good, he was unable to turn his mind away from the pleasure she was willingly giving. He looked down, her head rising and falling, and felt her suck on his manhood harder. He felt his load form at the base of his shaft, and. She knew that I hated my Father . Because I barely spoke to him or spent time with him together while beeing off from school on the Weekends . I focused all my attention into the Bodybuilding . It felt too easy for me to endure the pain , while my Body kept changing . I guess I had to thank my father for the hittings . They made me very resistent to the suffering one had to go through in order to excercise . As my Body started to change fro m slim into muscular . The results showed very fast .. He was hungry, and grinned at the idea of stoking up his strength again. It had been a long day, and the most groovy one of his life; too bad it had to end so soon.There had been the swinging with his sister and Jean, all mixed up as he dipped his cock into one fine pussy after the other. It had been hot, wild and crazy, and he popped his nuts so many times that he was weak in the knees. But that didn't matter; he was young and strong and recovered quickly.As he went into the kitchen, his.