But now I needed to recuperate, to build myself up again. My boss, Gerald, was an excellent man who had been a tower of strength over those last few d...fficult months. I was not, therefore, surprised when he offered me his holiday house down on the coast as a place to go and recharge my batteries. At the time, he was going through a tough time himself. His wife had left him and taken the kids back to her parents' home in Turkey Their house was going to be sold. He had no desire to go down there. I pushed my throbbing cock into her tight little ass and she moaned as I did so.My wife was now bouncing on top of the Parisian man, taking his whole cock into her pussy. He was thrusting hard and fast into her, whispering sweet nothings into her ear, making her giggle and moan.I thrust deep into her tight French ass and she moaned, my balls slapping against. She played with her clit as I filled her ass up with my cock, making sure she would never forget it.My wife and the Parisian man made. The boys were still giggling and talking amongst themselves, every now and again making hand gestures or pointing out something to the other two, usually something about Delilah. She just stood there stolidly with her hands clasped behind her head. Her aunt, Victoria Waxerman, stood straight, with her wrists still secured to the pantyhose, but looking like she was anything but naked and tied up.“You boys need to control yourselves,” she eventually said, as they got noisier and noisier. The way. He wondered if he’d be able to make love to her after tasting the flavours of fucking her. He considered his own circumstances. Maybe one day he would make love to her. But, to make love would mean to love. And for Shelly he cared a shit load, but he did not get to the point of loving her.Infatuated perhaps, in love perhaps; surely close enough to be a good friend! Closer than that? Reality might win the argument but time always held the aces.Brent felt himself slip from Shelly’s over-used.