A puddle of Ricky's cum had formed under her crotch as she'd lain under him while he'd slept.Burn the old sheet and pad, then put on new ones, she dec...ded. No, maybe she ought to keep them--for sentimental reasons. Ricky had fucked her on them. I'm losing my mind, she told herself. First I fuck my own son, then I want to save the sheet as a keepsake.The problem was not what to do with the sheet, but what to do with Ricky. Now that he'd fucked her, he'd be after her all the time for more. But. " "I don't know Sylvie. We really shouldn't." "You're a scaredy cat then. I am going to go in anyway." When Brad saw that she was starting to strip off her bikini, and dive into the water, he believed her. Oh well, he thought, I may as well make the most of it while I can. "Righto Sylvie, here I come, so watch out." He made a flying leap into the pool and splashed water everywhere. Sylvie was swimming laps and Brad joined her. They began to race and encourage each other. Sylvie started to. He assisted her out of the car, led her to the hood and began dancing with her. ‘Do you bring all your girlfriends up here?’ she teased. ‘Not usually. I tend to only share this with those special to me,’ he replied. ‘I’ll take that as a compliment, then!’ ‘As you should.’ He ran his hands over her back as they danced then over her ass. She wore an orange sundress with red and yellow flowers. It was lightweight and cool enough for the summer heat. Because of how small-busted she was, she was. I'll get most of the way in, but they can't take any more.But, I don't want it to get in the way of my relationships. Sex isn't the most important thing. I want someone who I love and care about. That's why I married my wife. She's an incredible person, and we figure it out. It takes two hands, but she can still make my cum. And I don't mind using my hands, mouth, and toys on her. It's just hard sometimes when I can't fuck her anyone. It feels incredible. But, I don't want it to affect my.