My now-rigid cock jutted out and up and I felt slightly self-conscious. I looked down at his crotch and saw the outline and shadow of his own jutting ...ock as it hung forward, heavy with need and sexual juices needing release. I made no move to touch it, but I felt too weak to move anyway. The heavy balls rested between my lower thighs. Our eyes met briefly; he smiled, and without a word leaned forward and started kissing me again, but very gently and slowly this time. Our hard cocks touched. He felt for the first time in a year that Sally was acting more like a mother rather than his girl friend or his little fuck toy. “Yeah, sure mom all is good. I’m going up to take a shower, okay? I’ll be down in five minutes.”As promised in five minutes Josh came crashing out of the back porch door. Sally looked at him he had on a t-shirt that hugged his chest and put his pectoral mussels on display. He also had on shorts that were a little snug that accentuated his penis. Sally stood there. "You are a whore," Jerome stated.I put my head in my hands and started to cry. "Jerome I can not beleive the power you have over me. Two days ago I never thought I would fuck somebody other than my husband. Now here I am letting you try to put a bun in my oven while I talk to my husband on the phone."Jeromes cock started to respond to my grief about what had come over me. He was again sawing his big black cock into my pussy with authority now. I had an orgasm, "AHHHHHHHHHHHH!" "Your enjoying. Back home we got a bottle of Sancerre from the fridge and four glasses. We made ourselves comfortable on the pair of two sofas to enjoy our wine. After a glass, I suggested to the girls it might be an opportune time to make our way upstairs to relax even more.Once in my bedroom, Annie told us in no uncertain matter that we were here to pleasure our birthday girl. “Strip the slut, take off your clothes and kneel to await my return.” Annie then disappeared out of the room for a few minutes.She.