Madge stood up and tossed the cock cage key at me and said, you can get that thing off now unless you have grown to like it. I held the key and said I...do it at home if it's all the same. Madge looked at the wife and said, poor judgement on your behalf meant that a beautiful a****l died, I told you to ditch that fat cunt Steph, but no you said she was OK. Still, both of you did your penance and your still here. Ready to come back into the fold both of you? Asked Madge. I’ve had 6 months to think. Michael stopped in the snow and cursed. ‘I really…really… REALLY hate it when you tell me these things.’ I laughed, not cruelly, at his discomfort. ‘Please. You and your wife pounded out your kids faster than I ever would’ve thought possible. And your sister and her husband aren’t far behind. Your mother and I were like jackrabbits in bed, but you and your wife… I’m impressed.’ ‘I’m not listening’ ‘No, really. I’m impressed.’ I grinned. He was so easy to tease. Sadly, he reminded me of his. And thinking about, if it had been better if her boyfriend had been there too. To take over when the other was spent to fill her needs.Dreaming and thinking had to come to an end. One more load of cum didn’t make that much of a difference, but Irene was still facing a problem. As good as possible she cleaned her thighs with some hay, but it was scratchy at her cunt. So she put on her panties and hoped for the best.A moment later she was aware of the stream of cum drenching them. Her pants. I began to slide out and in, out and in again and again until with a final heaving thrust, deposited my spunk in hot gushes as far into her as I could then continued to rut with her until my cock became flaccid and plopped wetly out of cunt; sliding down to and over her bum hole followed closely by a mixture of fanny juice and sperm that dribbled over and between her cheeks before puddling on the sheets.Soon after we cleaned-up and began to shave her of her stubble. She remained with her knees.