She and I had sex at least twice a day — once in the morning, once or twice in the evening and sometimes in the middle of the night or when I was ho...me for lunch. And on weekends, sometimes we spent a whole day or even the whole weekend inside, staying nude the whole time and having sex until we were both too sore and exhausted. I didn’t think she could get any more insatiable. But then I got her pregnant. Suddenly her hormones went raging out of control and she wanted my fuckstick in her mouth. We both kept our boots on.She stretched out on the grass and I ran my hands over her warm mound and solid thighs. Tufts of thick bushy pubes peeked out beneath a pair of sensible white panties. I pulled the panties aside and lowered my face down into her pubes, breathing deeply to savour delicious sweaty cunt aroma.“Yes.. that is… definitely… helping me… “ she whispered, grasping my hair and guiding my hand back up onto her boobs again “such a.. helpful lad… ”I slowly moved my tongue around the. “Want to watch something?” I asked. “As long as it's not tennis,” he said. “Although I do love a woman in a tennis skirt.” “Or in any skirt,” I said. “I love you in that skirt,” he said. “Thanks,” I said. “I'll let you keep it on,” he said, reaching for my panties. “No David,” I said. “It's inevitable,” he said. “Eliot and Sara could come in anytime,” I pointed out. “They won't,” he said as his fingers touched me between the legs. “Not now,” I insisted. He hooked his fingers in the waistband of. Mushroom tip in mouth. Lips sealed. Suck. We had a record to beat.Time’s a strange beast. It kind of stopped, like it did last year. It’s an amazing feeling. All the noise merged into a sort of rumbling growl and the people became a writhing, faceless mass. All I could think about were those cocks; getting them into my mouth, sucking them, feeling the pulse of throbbing veins against my tongue. Then there’s the come hitting the back of my throat… I adore that: creamy sweetness filling my mouth.