I did what any wise husband would do in that sort of situation and said:"It sounds like fun baby. Casual dress?"Truth be told I guess I really needed ... break myself, but I could have come up with a better way to have fun than go out with Stacey and whoever she had for a new boyfriend. Not that I had anything against Stacey. God knows she was easy on the eyes. Hell, she was drop dead gorgeous and almost as good looking as Charlotte. The problem was an age difference. I was forty-one and. And endless stream of men fucked her that way, she lost count at twelve and that was before Peter let her take a break for lunch. She couldn't eat, just sat rocking on the bed, her bottom sliding in the pool of cum that was spreading around her. Peter made her drink a glass of water and use the toilet. A stream of brownish goo spurted out of her ass when she peed. She lowered her head in her hands and cried.It was two in the afternoon when the next man showed up. Peter had Donna stand this. What a beautiful tenor voice he had ... what song?”I nodded to Claire, who’d hooked my phone into the sound system and started “Sunrise Sunset”JERRY VALE“Is this the little girl I carried?Is this the little boy at play?I don’t remember growing older,when — did — they?”Sarah put her head on my shoulder as we danced, very close together.“When did she get to be a beauty?When did he grow to be so tall?Wasn’t it yesterday, whenthey — were — small?”She looked up at me and mouthed ‘Thank you.’ I heard. Sometimes she'd siton the edge of the bed and have me sit on it. But, mostly, she'd have mejust lay on my back and she'd push her huge log deep into my bowels. Ithink she liked watching me squirm and twist to get it in at the rightangle, and liked seeing the little tears of pain and joy that it broughtme knowing I could take my lover's big cock in my little boy cunt. Aftershe'd come, we'd go back to the bathroom for another shower. This time,I'd wash her as well. I really enjoyed washing all.