You and Andy are ... I don't even have words for how wonderful you both are." Then what is it, Honey?" Mary Ann asked.I wished I had a clear answer. S... many things were going through my mind. Besides the obvious thoughts like, "Am I fucking insane?" there were a multitude of others. What would our lives be like if we went ahead with this..."thing."? How would Mary Ann and I relate to our boys once we had been "with" them for real? And even bigger in importance was, what would the future hold?. I braked and waved. This mood was just too good to be spoiled by anything. I had met her six months ago online. It had taken some time but wow, was it worth it. The sex has just been fantastic, funny and basically fucking marvellous. Even though it is an occasional thing, it was always great.Anyway, back to Friday... I pull up at her cottage, knowing her hubby won't be back for hours and, being self employed, my hours are my own. I go through the front door as quietly as I can, slip my work. It was so hot to be seen, watched. I bet she was so envious of me. That she wanted to be me, bent over her car and fucked by such a hot, young stud.I bucked back harder into Clint, the friction burning in my pussy. He was so thick, fucking so deep into me. I loved it. I gasped louder and louder, moaning, panting, screaming out my pleasure. It built so fast in me.“Oh, god, Clint,” I groaned. “I’m going to cum.”“Already?” Pam gasped.“She’s an exhibitionist...” Lee trailed off. “Um,. Her lust was reaching a peak so Ron knew he was doing just right.A sudden loud hissing rose from the stove. The coffee was boiling over. Pam playfully stamped her foot and stepped away to turn it off. Her towel lay forgotten in a puddle at Ron's feet. 'I've died and gone to heaven, ' Ron sighed thinking back on last evening as he watched his aunt's naked, well-tanned form move across the gray and white linoleum floor of his mother's kitchen. Turning back from the stove she paused to strike a.