Let’s go to lunch and we’ll chat about what to do next.’ We repaired to a local pub. Good food, good beer, and set out with booths that would a...llow us a degree of privacy. ‘I’m not letting the bitch get away with this Milla. I don’t give a flying fiddlers fuck about keeping up appearances or anything else. I am going to fuck her life big style.’ I opened. ‘Whilst I sympathise with the general thrust of your sentiment, old son, I rather think it might be somewhat counterproductive vis-à-vis the. He went from a virgin with a girlfriend, to having two wives, a sex slave, and two girlfriends."My powers will take care of everything." His wife placed her hand on his back, and leaned her head against this shoulder. He strangely felt reassured. He was like a sponge, sucking in his genie's calmness.The door opened. Chyna shrieked. Then she was kissing him, her arms wrapped around him like an octopus about a fish. He couldn't help kissing her back, he had missed his sex slave, his cock growing. I was warm and comfortable. The pleasureable feelings hovered on the edge of my consciousness near to waking me but fading to nothing when I began to. I laid there blissfully, letting it have me, almost waking with each pulse, then sleeping again between them.Just barely still asleep, I stretched, my arms pushing out overhead, legs rigid. Ummmm. I fell deeper. The feeling returned, stronger, emanating from my penis. Another ripple of pleasure flowed through me, then another wave and still. .deeper...deeper!" cried the woman."Come on fuck me...fuck me"The old guy gripped her hips and really powered into her as best as he could slamming her harder and harder making her cry out louder and louder and all the while I continued to rub my cock watching on.They continued on for several more minutes, their hot sweaty bodies slapping together as they fucked hard on the neatly cut lawn.Then finally the old man started to groan and gasp."Oh yeah here I cum!" he cried finally.He thrust.