A rutting, mind-blown, oink-yelling, sex-crazy animal was her Bertie, mark her words. He also had never tired--bless his youth--and never went soft, e...ther. If you have to know.He had wanted a fifth ride on the Henrietta love train, but she was AFO (All-Fucked-Out for those of you not in the lingo loop) and had unwillingly declined. But--hey!--there's always tomorrow. And tomorrow would take care of itself, as it always did. Oink pig! Oink! Oink! Oink!They slept, spoon-style, her butt fitted. I wanted more! I wanted to show this stranger my body again!I moved to beside the window and glanced around and across the street hoping to see this man still there hoping to see me again but the man was not there anymore I felt a slight tang of disappointment that he was not there. I looked at the clock and it was coming up to 6.30pm, I should really get in the shower and continue to get ready.By the time I had finished in the shower James was home with a takeaway, he called up to let me know. I was never more aroused. I told her no need to apologize; I thought it was sexy and confessed how erotic it. I kissed her hard. She looked relieved. She licked her juices off of my face and lips and then kissed me and whispered “I love to taste myself on you.” I thought my cock was going to explode. She must have sensed this and pushed me onto my back and immediately began to suck my cock and lick my swollen balls. She was amazing at it and I fought the urge to explode; she came back up to me. I have seen how she cringes when she hears through the walls the noise your wives make when they come. Frankly, it is tearing her up to miss out on the good things that you are doing for your wives. How would you feel about fucking your sister?"I am sure that the expression on my face would have been a masterpiece of shock. What a thing for Ma to say!?"I know that I have done a terrible job with the way I have brought up this subject to you, but I am getting desperate for some way to help Mary..