I could hear her foot falls as she hurried down the hall to check on me."James, are you ok? What's going on?" I heard her say as she knocked on my doo....Knowing she would not just go away a leave me in peace I stomped over to the door and let her in. Still ranting and raving to myself as she walked into the room she inquired again as to what was the matter."It's that damn slut Karen that I'm, no that I was dating, seems she has been fucking some older guy from across town!"At that point mom. Just go away.”But now people were starting to come outside to see what was going on and the woman looked at them and she looked almost terrified and she walked backwards off the porch. “Please” she said again “It's not far”, and now all I wanted was to get out of there as quickly as possible and Cait clearly felt the same way because she said “Yeah okay, fine” and she looked at me and I just nodded and so we went with her.And she had said five minutes but walking there took almost twenty. But over these weeks of having a lot of sex and writing stories about it, we’ve really come along way (couldn’t resist the pun). Every time we have sex it’s a little different, a little saucier, and a little sexier: sometimes because it’s naughtier, sometimes because it’s gentler, and always because it’s starting to feel completely unscripted. By writing these sex stories, I figure out what I like, what I want more of, what rocks my housewifely world. And the Caveman seems to really be getting. When I think things cant get any better she stops kissing and starts moving up and down on my cock. When she gets tired of fucking she stops and starts to kiss again. |After a half hour of kissing and fucking mother says oh baby mommy ready to come again. With her ready I let go and start pumping more cum inside her pussy and I feel her climax on my cock. She rolls off me onto her back and lays there with her legs spread wide open. We both rest for awhile to get our strength back. I get up and.