I let out a long sigh as you fill me up, pushing deep into me. You pull out until only your head is inside me before pushing hard into me again. I moa... your name as you move, your dick filling every desire in me as the walls of my vagina memorize the feeling of your shaft pumping back and forth. My mouth hangs open and I squeeze my breasts, playing with my hard nipples.You pick up the pace, and my moans increase in pitch and volume. You feel perfect inside of me, and I don’t want it to ever. That's what you'll be doing anyway. Otherwise, that fat cock Dick has is really going to burn when he sticks it in her tight box." "Oh well," I said and poured it in my hand. It WAS cold! And sticky. And slimy. How can any women like this stuff. Yet, my wife was begging for it. I thought to myself, why be a fool, you ought to be glad she does love it. I gently cupped my hand against her and rubbed the cum on her pussy lips. In no time at all, she had the cum and my hand warm from the heat. As I walked past her, I continued to observe her discreetly as she began to berate the receptionist for how untidy her work area was, in an unnecessarily superior tone. Out of nowhere the word ‘bitch’ entered my head. Just as I pressed the button for the lift, the doors slid open and Veronica stepped out, looking immaculately presented in a light, white skirt suit with an exquisitely scalloped jacket. My heart rate began to elevate inexplicably once more as I saw her. I couldn’t help but. There was no one with me. My first thought was to question whether last night was just a dream. But I then opened my eyes and looked around. I was naked in my mother’s bed and my crotch was a mess of our dried cum. Thankfully it was NOT a dream. I finally smelled bacon and knew mom was cooking out normal Saturday breakfast. I walked out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. Mom was at the stove, wearing a tiny little robe and the barely covered her panty covered ass. “Good morning.