She saw his cock slicing in and out of her, the staff gleaming with her own wetness. It was such a lewd, wonderful sight. She cried, "Yes! Come inside...me! I want all of it! Fuck!"She kept coming.She could actually see him begin to squirt the sperm into her. His cock had been drawn back for an instant, teetering at the top of his stroke as he readied himself to slam into her one final time. She saw his skin work back tautly toward his testicles, then the whole shaft trembled and she could almost. The letter that asked for more info on her, her age, healthissues, family status, still nothing to personal. All stuff she could answerhonestly, hitting reply and going on about her life as usual, not really givingit much thought. Then the letters that got more in depth, asking her to writeout a fantasy she's always had, a sexual one. Her whole face burning as sheanswered that letter, trying to be as detailed as it asked for. Her fingersfumbling over her keyboard keys as she struggled to be as. I showed a few homes and did my best to focus on my clients, but I was ready to go shopping. I left my last home and drove out of the subdivision. When I was a few miles from the grocery store, I pulled over and put a wig on that I had bought a few years ago. It was very good quality and you couldn't tell that it wasn't my natural hair. I pulled into the parking lot and watched the baggers taking orders out. I noticed that 3 of them were very handsome and the women were hitting on them and they. John was looking at my wife, making little comments about her body, and about her face, as I stroked his cock. To test the waters, I said, “mmm you have a nice cock too daddy”, and waited for a response.John let out a moan followed by, “yeah boy, jerk daddy’s hard cock.. I bet you’d love to see daddy’s dirty cock in your fat wife wouldn’t you?” At that moment, I couldn’t help thinking of him using my fat wife, with his cock in my hand and her photo displayed for him. I just nodded and stroked.