You had me almost crapping myself.’ Gloria said nothing, she went in against Harry, put an arm round him, and looked at me shaking her head. ‘I ki...ndda like this ex of yours, Gloria,’ laughed Harry and she looked rather pleased. ‘Yes, champagne for every one,’ said Gloria, ‘I’ll get the glasses.’ We had a great evening and I was the first to leave, receiving enthusiastic farewells from three of them and a relieved one from Gavin. ‘Don’t be home too late dear,’ I said with fatherly concern to. “FUCK MY ASS!”He only needed to be told once.Mrs M watched from the couch with great interest.“You're a horny little slut.” she remarked, a filthy,lascivious smirk on her face.Of course I cummed because I WAS a horny little slut and because his enormous cock penetratedme deep and filled me up for an instant orgasm.I started squeezing my tits but just as I startedto build up to another orgasm the stupid fucker shot his load in me.“Just like a man,” Mrs M said, “They never last long enough.”He. So here it is, Saturday afternoon, the wife's in the bedroom reading the little guy a story. I have a bit of religion on my brain. I'm praying like a crazy man let's all nap now, please! Oh, but I fully expect to break with the faith yet again within the hour. I'm a pragmatic guy. If miracles don't happen, forget it!If nothing else, I say to myself, here's that chance for the shower you've been pining for since yesterday morning. I know, I know, it's a scary sort of life. I'm not thinking of a. She was an All-American girl: intelligent, friendly, serious, artistic yet practical, and of course beautiful. Amanda was very social yet never seemed to have the time or desire to find a boyfriend. That's why I felt it so strange when she began dating Marcus, a much older man. They met through friends and shared an interest in classical music and the ballet. He was involved in the arts and was very generous to the artistic community with his considerable wealth. He was also many times older.