I'd tell her when I was going to cum into her, and she'd use her cunt muscles to milk my dick, getting a big orgasm herself as I spent my fuck juice u... her cunt. This went on for over a year, Mom and I were perfect lovers, hugging and kissing, and fucking whenever we were able to. Then just after my f******nth birthday, I came home from school, and in my usual fashion got my dick into her hot slit up her panty leg from behind, feeling her soft thighs through her stockings as I fucked her, when. Cindy Barlow was talking with some other girls across the counter. I counted on her feeling someone staring at her. I was over twenty feet away and really bored into her. It worked. Her head came up and she took in the coffee shop. She claimed that she could tell when people were looking at her tits. Well, we were both pretty stoned by then. So I waved and mouthed "Hi!" If she stayed with her friends... Well, I really didn't know what I would do? But she didn't. Instead she picked up her books. We had been married just a couple of years and decided to do some adventuring while living in the Ozarks. It was late morning in August, and the sun was beating down on us. I was in the back of the canoe. I'm 5'10", 180 pounds, muscular build. My shirt was off and the only thing I was wearing was my short bathing trunks, flip-flops, a hat and sunglasses. My sexy wife - 5'3", 120 pounds, curvy tanned latina with long dark curly hair up in a ponytail, was wearing a red string bikini. As I watched. "Setting up a web page for our year on the school's website," I responded. "He collared me as the lesson finished tonight." Just you?" she asked."Only me tonight," I answered, "but he's going to rope Jackie Zweig in as well." Jackie," said Kirsty and then there was silence.I felt my eyebrows rising as I wondered what I'd done wrong now. Is that a sign of a guilty conscience?"She's pretty," said Kirsty eventually and my frown deepened."Pretty! Where do you get that idea from?" I asked in.