Into bed for story time. Two stories. Finally lights out. Dad needs a drink. Mom takes a bath. I hear her call me as I watch the game.”Can you come ...ere for a minute?”Of course. I pause the game and head for the bedroom. The light is out but I see the flickering light of a candle as I enter the room.She is on laying on her side on the bed. Her long shapely legs bare below the red satin nightshirt. Her brown hair is down and cascades over her shoulder. She is wearing a small amount of makeup,. “How was Michigan?” she asked after we placed our orders.“Awesome as always,” I replied. “Those nine days away every year are great. I’ve been lucky and we’ve never had a crisis at work that needed my attention while I was away. And now that my sister is running things, there’s even less risk. What have you done the last two weeks?”“Mostly trying to wrap my head around the conversations we’ve had. They’re so unlike anything I’ve ever experienced! I really wish our teachers were like you.”“As we. Soon I was licking and sucking and working to get every drop of his cum. Next, he spun me around, bent me over and literally sucked his cum out of my hole, he pulled me in for a kiss and fed me that too. Then I was pushed down to lick the streaks of my own cum off his chest and stomach.Before I knew it he was up off the toilet I was bent over it and his huge cock slid easily into my no longer virgin boy hole! To say that he threw me a rough fuck would be a bit of an overstatement, but to say it. “No way” she said. “Michelle isn’t his type at all”.“How do you know what his type is?” I asked, laughing.Sandra snapped back again, “I don’t”.I shock my head silently and focussed on my driving. My wife Sandra was 33 years old and was in cracking shape. I knew that guys looked at her and I was proud that she still turned heads. She spent her spare time teaching ballet and in her younger days had been a pretty good dancer. She stood only 5’2” tall which is probably while she’d never made it as.
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