“No. He is quite serious,” she replied. “He was quite specific about what he wanted to do to me in my own bed.” “Oh?” “And you sleeping ...n the spare room.” Sean found himself fully erect again. He turned and looked at the bed behind them. It was inviting and he was horny. “Do we have time?” Ginny smiled. “I always have time for a fuck,” she responded. “Especially if that’s a yes to my question.” Sean said nothing as she led him to the bed and climbed on top of the duvet. “You’re okay with me. B or better, honey. Nothing you can't handle.." She dragged heavily on the cigarette, "...with the right motivation." Mark smiled and shook his head again. "No bullshit, mum?"'No bullshit, darling." This is so not normal."Helen shrugged. "When have we ever been normal?" Yeah, but this is like above and beyond. You're talking about..." Mark lowered his voice, as if profanity was still taboo at this point, "...fucking."Helen shrugged again, and sipped her wine. " Well as long as we remember I'm. "Don't tell me you're going to become a nun!"She was partially right in her concern. Many of the girls who went to St. Ursula's did so because they felt God had called them. Though why God would want a woman to go through life without experiencing the delight of an orgasm or getting 'prettied up' was totally beyond me.Thankfully, I was practically forced into bed Wednesday after the ride home from the hospital. Ann really fussed over me and I guessed she wanted to get in as much mothering as. She was becoming extreaming vocal, her moans becoming yells as her orgasm approached. She begin to scream her husband's name. "Oh honey look at me," "Oh honey i am coming," "Oh your making it feel so good baby." "Oh God," "fuck me hard." "Fuck me baby." She then let loose with a torrent of yells and screams that echoed through the forest. I could also hear my wife moaning and screaming, as Robert was now on top of her and giving it to her missionary style. We both came together, as i shot load.