He sped up and began firing a warm load of cum into my ass and it felt so good. I was so turned on. I enjoyed shooting all that cum all over my bed bu... then realized we never put a sheet back on it. I felt him withdraw and was going to yell not to let it spill on the matress and then realized he had the towel under my ass to catch it. he must have dumped a cup of cum in me. He tenderly wiped my ass of cum and then he licked me clean and then rolled me over to clean my cock and the matress. He. Her hips stopped the humping, and she sat like a rabbit in the headlights.“Do you mind if I find that out for myself?” I asked Carl in a conversational “matter of fact” tone.“No,….no, ….not at all” I could feel that this was definitely more than they had bargained for, but what the heck, here I was in cold Stockholm, so I had a right to be entertained! Lena was saying something in swedish that could have been something like “Nooo….no Way!” but I decided not to mix into their internal. Whenever I got together with them when they were down in Florida he'd grumble about missing work, that he was just wasting valuable time.But, after a good meal and a couple of drinks, he couldn't stop himself from describing the fish he'd hooked that morning, or the putt he'd made for birdie on the fifteenth hole, or the day trip up to Gulfstream to wager on the ponies.Who was this guy? This was my father? He even said, a couple of nights before they were to go back home, and yes, granted, it. I ask you how your day was, and you tell me it was nothing out of the ordinary. I am glad as I hate to think of you being stressed at any time of the day. We sip our wine, and you ask, “What’s for supper?”I smile to myself, knowing this question was coming. I have prepared a sumptuous meal for us. Salmon, baked with lemon dill butter, fresh green beans, steamed, and twice baked potatoes. A fresh baby green salad with a light vinaigrette dressing rounds out the meal. For dessert, a chocolate.