‘What’s that then?’ she asked. I checked where Emma was, she was in the back salon cleaning up at a sink. I leaned closer to her and whispered i... her ear ‘A fuck would be nice’. I immediately regretted my impulsiveness, brought about by weeks of a lack of sex with my wife and too much masturbation fueled by fantasies of young teens and fucking mature women like Yvonne. She leaned back slightly, I waited for the abusive tirade to come my way. It never happened, instead, she leaned back towards. You can’t blame the guy. My inner slut wondered if he had really only been with Amy. I walked over and he was so caught up in the sloppy blowjob on the screen he didn’t even notice me … I watched him, older and hairy with a belly stroking a stumpy uncut cock. He was only 4.5-5 inches but quite thick and with foreskin slipping back and forth over the angry purple head it was pretty sexy. I was getting wet watching having always had a thing for older men. I leaned over and whispered ‘doesn’t Amy. "You hung up on me," I reminded her, not wanting to let it drop."I had to hang up, dear. You were being unreasonable." Your mother is unreasonable. If she won't allow us to go upstairs to your room, you'll have to get a place of your own." I'll make your wishes known to my mom. Now, I tentatively told Phyllis Wednesday night would be best, but she understands that I need to get your approval. Is Wednesday okay with you, honey?" It's not my WISH, Kelley. It's my demand that we be allowed to be. The shower turned off, I could hear her toweling him off, then sucking him, then the shower went on and they fucked again. She moaned even more loudly yelling out from getting off. Then on the counter,with even more moaning getting off. Finally on the clothes hamper, with loud wet slapping, him grunting, her panting and begging in gasps. I was impatiently waiting,blaming her for it taking so long. I didn't tell her anything when I pushed her in the shower so she just did what he wanted. I just.