Kevin was as pale as he had looked last night and his cock was noticeably smaller than the Black teen's. A small tuft of darkish blond hair perched at...the base of his cock. I hoped he was a "grower" because he certainly wasn't a "shower." I saw I had been right about Marianne's body: she was lush with large, natural, heavy tits, a thick waist, beautifully rounded hips and a shaved pussy. "Built for comfort, not speed," as my Father would have said. She smiled at me, then whispered in the Black. Within fifteen or so minutes, neither of them was in any condition to simply touch and feel. Marilyn lifted her dripping body from the hot tub and sat on the edge, spreading her legs wide and leaning back on her hands. Donny, still in the hot water, traced the pouting lips of his mother's hair-lined cunt, feeling it and probing at her inflamed clitoris, making Marilyn squeal and twist her ass about. She looked down between her thighs to watch her son feel her up and became hotter and more. On night, after an unpleasant exchange, Monica informed me that if I was that horny, to go into the bathroom and use my hand, it erupted into the worst fight of our fifteen-year marriage. I wasn’t a total asshole, but dug my heels in and said more than a few things I shouldn’t have. In our three bedroom house there was no spare bedroom to go to, so at night when we went to bed, we were together yet apart. After two more weeks of almost no talking, and no relief in sight, I sold the remaining. Winry went to him, pulled his shorts off, then his panties, and put his shorts back. His re-hardened cock tented tight shorts.“You get to go without underwear. I promise you will thank me in five, four, three, two.”Sharla had a tissue in her hand and his dick in the other right as she said, “One.”It was only clear pre-cum, but his first load was a lot more than I remember having.“Get you a wet washcloth and come back to the bedroom,” Sharla said while tucking his dick away. “Hurry, or you will.