Every time I heard that woman make a sound I sunk my inches deeper inside of her.I shot my glock deep, and with final thrusts, my youthful testicles s...apped up against her skin making a slap, slap, slapping sound that echoed down the hall where ther her son was sleeping. Her ass bucked with orgasm after orgasm. I creamed her and have never ejaculated that much semen before in my life. I must’ve at least tripled what I usually can muster by masturbating. There was so much of my young love juice. .. and there was Phee, standing in the entryway to the living room, leaning against one side of the archway.Her hair was longer, and fuller. It looked rich, and I wanted to run my hands through it. Like Frankie, she had filled out a little. It wasn't fat. There was just more of her. She looked older, even more beautiful than I remembered. She was wearing a dress, which was something I'd seen her do only a few times as we were growing up. She was also barefoot, and her toenails were. " Just like that? He called you into his office, told you I used to be the company whore and asked you to take my place?" Pretty much" and then I told her about the Christmas party and what I'd been doing with Bob ever since. She looked at me with a stunned look on her face and then said:"It must be something in my DNA that I passed on to you. Come on, were going to be late."She joined me at lunch (much to Alan's displeasure) and told me that she had talked with Bob that morning. Apparently he. " Yes, Sue, I am," I responded simply. "I'd bet on it." Well, fuck you and the horse you rode in on!" screamed Sue as she slammed the receiver down.I returned the phone to the cradle and decided to go get a beer. That's when I saw my wife, Mary standing in the doorway. I wondered how much of my phone conversation she heard. That question was soon answered."Has Sue really told Jerry she wants to take a lover, Bill?" asked Mary. "Can she be that stupid? He's a wonderful husband and father! He's.