He put his hands on my hips and thrust into me some more. I never knew a man could last so long. It had been a solid twenty minutes of fucking. After ...nother ten minutes, he pulled out again but didn’t let go. He rolled onto his back and pulled me on top of him. He stared at me as he pulled me down onto his cock. ‘Ride me,’ he said. ‘Ride me until you cum. Scream for me.’ I tried to go gently, but he started bucking under me. ‘Hard,’ he demanded. ‘Ride me fast and hard.’ I pushed myself up and. I think we should talk about it." Not here," he whispered."Why not?" I asked."Because my mom is here," Adam whispered, somewhat perturbed."What? You don't share your sex life with your mom?" I asked. By then, Cynthia was serving me the omelet and Adam turned ten shades of pink."Oh, I wish I'd known that yesterday," I admitted. Cynthia formed a little smile, shook her head softly, and rolled her eyes. Adam, however, went ballistic. He wolfed down the last of his omelet and rushed out of the. “Here, let me wash your chest,” said Veronica, standing before me and lathering up a bar of soap. I put my hands on her shoulders as she washed my torso, water cascading down her back. “Turn around,” she ordered and I obeyed, allowing her to wash my back and, cheekily, sweep swiftly over my rear end. “All done,” she said, and, with even more cheek, slapped my right buttock. I took the soap from her and began washing her shoulders, working down over her chest, proud breasts, rib cage and tummy.. I wasn’t a mere lad like Steve.I pulled on Jill’s ears and fucked her throat even harder as she gagged for breath on every stroke. She didn’t whine, didn’t whimper, or anything by now. She just sucked my cock like it was going out of style. I smirked as I ravaged my estranged wife, even as it occurred to me that the threat of divorce was a far more powerful weapon than a divorce itself. She could remain my wife and be my loyal bitch, serving me in the way that wives used to do in a less “woke”.