I was having nightmares about dribbling ice cream down the front of my suit, or sneezing a big goober out all over the table, or some such other calam...ty during dinner with her parents. I was nervous as hell about it, but no matter how bad it got for me, I knew it was worse for Melissa.She was getting a lot of flak from her parents about bringing a boy to dinner, and her sister was incessant in her taunting. For an 11-year-old (never a good age anyway, in my book), Megan seemed to be. “You mean all this time, if I’d just kept rubbing my peter, when it felt like I was going to pee, that white stuff would have squirted out and it would have felt like that every time? Oh, man!” “Yep George, every time.” “So, what was that white stuff that squirted out of my peter.” “That was cum, George. When a man rubs his peter until the cum squirts out, that’s what makes it feel so good.” I noticed that his little pecker had only softened slightly after he had shot his wad. As I. "Wait, what?" Tony feigned not knowing he had been caught peeking.Ally, with feline-like grace, slinked her way over on the couch towardsthe 21 year old man. She sat down on his right, slowly bringing her leftleg up and over his, and her left hand to his chest. "I told you, Joeand I have an 'interesting' relationship. He can do whatever he wants,but I get to play as much as I want." As she wrapped her right armaround Tony, her left hand traced its way down, settling on theincreasingly. ”“Obviously it doesn’t bother me. In fact, it turns me on to know that my cock is inside a woman who belongs to another.”As my cock came back to life and I began to feed it into her married pussy, Mallory said, “This is so exciting, so forbidden, so naughty. Fill me up, shove it in as deep as you can, this feels so delicious!”Mallory and I fucked twice more that night, and the next morning as I was walking out the door, Mallory called out, “I feel so decadent letting you cum in my married.