Actually, Tom, I've pretty much given up on sex. And he now says that it would be okay for me to fuck another guy, if I promise to tell him all the d...etails about it." Why have you given up on..." I tried to ask.She interrupted me to say, "Because I'm not sexy anymore, look at me, I'm old, fat, and flabby." Now wait," I interrupted her back, "tell me something about yourself that you think is not sexy." Well, gravity has sure as hell taken the PERKY out of my tits," she kind of spit out at. His conscious mind seemed separated from the experience, observing the raw a****l take over. Bettina noticed it first.“The slut is getting had, Thomas. He likes getting it in the ass!”Andrew barely registered her talk. What mattered now was that thing battering his insides, stretching and loosening his formerly tight asshole. He did spread his legs as far apart as they would go. And then he used his elbows as leverage to begin meeting the stud’s thrusts. Andrew began pushing onto the invading. "Why are you looking at me like that?"I began slathering my lips nonstop for a moment, and my feet started tapping the floor as well. I surely began knocking on the moral wall, and I couldn't be sure if I'd take it down or not. Although, I felt my pussy juice flowing down my legs.Neither of us said a word for over two minutes as we both checked each other out. I was positive that Phil also saw my legs and reached the conclusion that he was, in fact, winning me over. Nonetheless, neither of us. I sat there waiting and waiting and waiting and he never came back. So I got up and wandered downstairs to find him in the kitchen eating left over supper I had made earlier that evening. “I love you Daddy!” I said to him as I bounced over to him. I wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders and held him tight. He had set down his food and held me back. Our first hug since he got home. My whole body was aching for his touch so bad, I could hardly stand up straight. It only made it worse when I.