He fucked me and I screwed him. He came close to cumming and I stopped. Got off from his dick lifted his legs yet again, rested them on my shoulders a...d teased his ass again with my dick. When he least expected it I rammed my dick in him. He scratched my back and it turned me on even more, making my dick twitch inside him. His dick still oozed pre-cum from its slit. I pulled his ass closer to the edge of the couch, leaned forward and was able to lick the tip of his dick. His dick tasted. I watch that for a while, finish my second beer, and glance towards the hallway that leads to your room. I start thinking about how you had a couple of glasses of champagne at the reception last year after I married your mom and you touched my hand and told me you thought I was hot. I think about you walking in on me last week in the bathroom and how your eyes lingered a second too long on my cock before you closed the door. How you've sneaked knowing looks at me ever since then when we make. .. that. Maybe that something was the wand.”He blinked.“Since then, my thoughts have become more and more uncontrollable,” she said. “I dreamed last night. I dreamed about you ... about us.”He leaned forward.“What kind of dreams?” he asked.“Completely inappropriate dreams,” she said, calmly. “And since then, I still can’t control my thoughts. When you got here, they got worse, if anything.”“Wow,” he said. It was clear this information did not disturb him. She felt another wave of passion flow. " Anyway, the voices were lovely and the orchestra was great. So it's the production, not the opera." Okay. Anyway, we're nearly home."When Rachel got home the next afternoon she told me "His name's Mark and he comes from some small town north of Tamworth. He said his family's involved with horses called fish."I burst out laughing. "Not fish, sweetheart, 'walers'." Whales?" No. Walers are horses bred in New South Wales. Tamworth is a center for breeding them. I'll bet his folks are in.