..and, just as that revelation dawned on me, my own orgasm was triggered and I began pumping jet after jet of white-hot spunk, into the pool of superi...or DNA, already residing in that well-stretched condom. Once I was done, I gingerly (no pun intended) snuck back into the redhead's room and placed the now, twice-used, condom back inside the bin. From this moment on, it became clear that not only had I developed a serious cuckolding fetish (constantly fantasising about having sloppy-seconds with. He really didn’t like what he had found out about John Baker. Other than being a wife-beater, it looked very much like he might be a liar, cheat and thief. As far as Adam was concerned, that was enough justification to look deeper into his affairs, business and otherwise. Years of work in the computer industry would allow him to do just that. He fixed some lunch and fed Teddy, who promptly went to sleep on the deck in the sunshine. If what he initially suspected of Baker was true, then he had. “I bet her head exploded. I remember reading what you wrote about your time with her. Boring doesn’t even begin to describe it!”“Not everyone is you, Honey,” I replied. “Call it ‘tame’ or ‘conventional’”“She acted like a sheltered fourteen-year-old!”“Yes, and not everyone is comfortable with their sexuality, even when they’re older. Carla is one of those people. It’s like Holly or Sophie, or some of the other new kids. And that’s OK. What I told Carla was not OK was messing up her daughter. Plus I don’t like seeing the woman I love sad and this is all I can think off. It was either this or ice cream and I don’t have any of that so…’ ‘Oh, Luke. You really love me?’ she sniffled as he went into the bathroom to grab some scented lotion that he had seen in her carry-on. As he re-entered the room, the picture she made on the bed was one that would be branded into his head for the rest of his life. Her luscious body was spread-eagle on the dark comforter and he could just imagine the.