You jerk me off and I watch us in the mirror. After I come, you lick my cock and your fingers clean. You don’t miss a drop. “How about that?” yo... ask.“Of course,” I say, but this time it’s not true.You’re ten years younger than my wife is but that’s also not why I like being with you.One night I accidentally call you by my wife’s name: “Slow down, ________.” I stop and apologize. You say “Shhh” and keep fucking me. You move your hips fast and hard and I come inside you. Afterward you say, “Is. You had your chances, and you blew it. Now, finally, it's my turn.You should just turn around and go back home and avoid even more embarrassment." As she was talking, she threw the towel on the carpet just as she was passing Donna. She put a smile on her face, stopped briefly and held her hands outstretched, posing for Jim as she approached his side of the bed. Jim could only close his eyes and groan as he anticipated the violence that he was sure was about to commence. He braced himself for. Dinner over we settled into the family routine of telling how our days had been. Father it seemed had found a new lead for his agricultural supplies business and mother went on about her sewing circle. The conversation turned to us kids.I told mother about my school day and how I had been chosen to recite a story for the class next week as I was the best reader. Mother was enthralled for me and then turned her attention to Laura. Laura explained her day culminating in the fact she was going to. Every time the train lurched (which was very often) he bumped into me. He apologised the first few times and I told him not to worry. Then a few times he bumped me when the train didn't lurch.He didn't apologise but I said very quietly don't worry. He pressed against me and I pressed back. I soon got a huge hard-on.He reached behind himself and put his hand on my stiff cock. No one could see anything because the carriage was so crowded.He kept his hand on my cock and started to fondle me.