"That's a mother and father, if I ever saw any," she concluded.I'd already come to the same conclusion."I wonder how the husband feels about that?" I ...ommented."He seems fine with it!" My wife answered.Again, I had to admit that I'd noticed the same thing.After a pause, my wife, still looking out across the street to where Anna was apparently saying a very obviously affectionate 'goodbye' to the black guy as he got into his car, she said: "That's the 'modern' way of marriage these days, I. It was a Friday and I would not be getting back home from out of town until about four o’clock.When I walked into the door, the aroma of Italian cooking filled the air. I had picked up a couple of bottles of fine Italian wine to go along with dinner and our little celebration. There were no cars in my drive and I wondered if anyone was even in the house."Madison?" I called out."Hi, Jack," her voice answered."I wasn’t sure if you were here or not. I didn’t see any cars in the drive." Oh, my. She arched her back when she felt warm sperm flooding her and screamed. She jerked erratically and clutched me as I stopped and took a breath before thrusting into her slimy womb to spew more cum.She jerked and began to spasm as her womb was filled completely. When I finally stopped cumming she was leaking and shaking as her pussy gripped my cock tight. I kissed her before slowly pulling out and laying beside her. I cupped her breast, “Rest and in a little while we can wash and do it. “In all the cases I have worked on for Tommy and others like him, never have I let myself get involved. Do you know what I’m telling you?”“That this is a mistake?”He used his thumb to push some hair away from her face, “Never.”“I don’t get involved because I don’t want to lose my edge, and because I have never wanted to get involved before.”“Before?”“Annie, this is not just a job to me I need to get things taken care of between you and Ron so I can see if there is a you and me.”Annie just sat.