My mind turned to how later he came into my room, and on my marital bed, he fucked me. As my mind brought back these pleasant memories, two fingers w...rked deep into my now soaking wet cunt. Faster and more resonant, my fingers thrust into me, my hips rising off the bed to feel them even deeper in me. My moans became louder as my body started to shutter. My orgasm was upon me. I screamed as I exploded cumming all over my two fingers that were still deep in me. I continued to lay on the bed. She was blatant about it, leaning forward with an elbow on the table, raising herself up to one cheek and letting go. It was a fart that would have done me proud."Mah-um!"She ignored my sister. "Good chili, Jill."Jill lifted up and let one go for real this time."I enjoy it. The beans are real good."That got a laugh out of everybody but Mary, who look around at everybody, a disgusted look on her face.I felt the urge and figured what the hell. Mary looked over at me."God, Jack. You are so. I went as deep as I possible could and I was having a hard time breathing. "Oh fuck mommy...your pussy feels so good on my cock." Fuck mommy baby. Come inside me. Please." Oh god mommy, I'm gonna come so hard. Fuck, fuck, fuck!" I slammed into her once more and stayed tight against her as my balls tightened. Her pussy gripped my cock and my hot fluid shot deep inside of her. I came for what felt like forever and kept having little spasms. I was sweating and exhausted but I didn't want to pull. Mornings, she began to run with me. It was hard for her at first, but she quickly caught up and soon was running further and faster than me.At weekends, Jessica joined us and if the weather looked good, we sailed, often with Donna. We sailed to Pin Mill on the Orwell (setting of Ransome's 'We Didn't Mean to Go to Sea') and one long weekend we re- enacted that story with a passage to Flushing. We visited the Walton Backwaters ("Secret Water"). We sailed up the Colne and listened to a Nightingale.