As I sat with a rock hard cock in hand, Jan turned her back to me. She bent over the coffee table, reached behind her and spread her ass cheeks wide. ...“I want you to fuck my tight ass Mike. Do you like my ass baby? Would you like to put your big hard cock in that tight hole?” Jan teased. My eyes were transfixed on Jan’s rosebud. Our cum from earlier was still streaked along her thighs and cunt lips but had ran down to put a nice glaze on her ass as well. I was about to stand up and plow my. Then it was time for the group picture."Can everyone please stand in front of the fire truck so we can get a picture," Donna requested."With our shirts on or off?" one of the fireman asked.Donna knew what she wanted the answer to be, but she just laughed and said, "If you want to take off your shirts, I will not object one little bit."Another, older, fireman said, "If you take yours off, we will take ours off."She looked over at her husband and knew that wasn't going to happen! They got a. “I’m sorry.”He didn’t even try and argue. We lay side by side, my mind picturing Tony’s semen smeared across my cervix; knowing it was the last time it would ever happen.“You didn’t cum.” It was more of a statement than a question.“No,” I told him truthfully.“Sorry.”There was a long pause as we both wrestled with our thoughts and emotions. Had it been a mistake coming for one last farewell fuck? I hadn’t planned it; in truth it had only occurred to me as I stood angrily in front of him so had. Her leg rubbed on him as she slept, so peaceful, so trusting, in his bed. Suddenly she jerked her arm and leg back. ‘Oh god I’m so sorry! It must have happened in my sleep,’ she moaned. ‘Don’t worry about it,’ he said, ‘I liked it.’ They got dressed and he prepared breakfast for them. As they ate he smiled at her and she smiled back as if they were sharing some secret. Two weeks later she was still there. She hadn’t asked to leave and he liked having her around. He still had not touched her,.