“You can and you will” he said as he plunged into her again. “Mmphhhh” She grunted as she felt him slamming back into her battered pussy!“Oh... oh, oh…” She gasped as he started pistoning in and out of her. ooooh, ooooh, ooooh…” She continued as something started to come over her. There was now a different look in her eyes. She reached up, sliding her hands up Tyrese’s strong muscular arms, and grabbed onto each of his shoulders. He picked up his pace and now a frothy white mixture was all over. . and nobody is pissed at them. It's just a war ... the sport of Kings ... and it's ok. It's been going on for two years ... millions have died ... and the race in Germany is in two weeks ... Belgium ... which is under German control is two weeks after that.The Austro-Hungarian rally is in August and France, England and the USA are at war with the Empire ... but nobody ... and I mean nobody ... in the High Command is dumb enough to mess with the rally teams. War might be the sport of kings but. I love you." I love you too. I was just teasing before. You've read some of those Lit stories. I'm not mad or miffed or anything other than happy to find you like this." Oh, I know, then again it's not every day you come home to find your wife fucking some other guy's hot cock in your bed." It turned me on. I'm more than OK with this. It's not every day you can ditch the kids and have a late-afternoon lovemaking session in our bed. I'd even like that." Since we're all so sexual and open about. I opened the front door and watched as she quickly bounced down the front steps to her SUV. She rolled down the window and watched as she drove off. She was too cute. I stepped back into the house. I headed into the master bedroom closet and picked out a fresh shirt and some work trousers. I was fastening the buttons on my shirt when the doorbell rang. I ignored it, but then it rang again and again. Jesus! I quickly slipped on my trousers and opened the front door. It was Jenny. Before I.