Martin spent the rest of the afternoon poring over the Pauling file with his office door shut and his phone muted. He didn't even poke his head out un...il well after Kristen rapped sharply on his door, bid him a good weekend, and clacked her way out of the office. Only then, when he was sure he was relatively safe, did he slink away with his papers, secure at least in the knowledge that he had an exciting weekend of working from home ahead. He even managed to put the memory of Kristen's. I really wanted to bust a nut inside of my beautiful slut of a wife. I didn’t withdraw, but I stopped pumping her pussy. Hard as it was to stop fucking my wife, coming inside of her now was not worth the threat of never being able to do so again. I rested my head between her breasts. “I know how much you want to come inside me, angel,” she said stroking the back of my head. “But this weekend really is all about me being bred by other men, not you. Isn’t that what you want?” It was. More than. As with most of our meals the conversation was limited and nothing exciting discussed. We all helped wash up and dry before slouching in front of the TV for the various evening soaps. As it was a particularly hot summer we all lounged around in minimal clothing but nothing too revealing. I has often looked up mums dress catching a glimpse of panties, or if lucky after she had bathed a glimpse of pussy. I did exactly same with sister, who was less elegant and provided ease of viewing without. She was funny, beautiful, easy going; everything he wanted in a woman. Now he just needed to not screw up the sex, but anxiety was eating him up. It wasn't going to be easy after Chloe. She had been as demanding in bed as she had been in life, hypercritical of everything he did.According to Chloe, she'd always had a hard time reaching orgasm, but Zach secretly thought it was more of a mental hangup about letting herself go than a physical problem. She insisted they use this electric massager,.