“Johnny my leg feels wet”“Sorry”I whip the bedclothes off and see his cock leaking pre cum on to my leg and it is big, it’s no wonder I fuck... him last night“Do you want to suck him again?” “Johnny I don’t think you should be talking like this, what will you father think”“But you went out to find a man last night, to do the same”He was right, I did want sex, I started to remember why I went out last night, and that was to get my own back on Johnny’s dad. I certainly did that, I fucked his son. "He rose to his feet, and with his free hand, clumsily undid his trousers, freeing his aching manhood. She reached up and tugged them down to his knees for him, and looked up expectantly. His rock-hard member hung mere inches from her face. She couldn't possibly miss his intent, his need, but yet she waited.He realized with a shock that his fist was still clamped in her hair, controlling her head, and the thought and the action came instantaneously. Yanking her head toward him, he thrust his. I heard a few wet farts and her dropping some kids off at the pool, but I didn’t say anything. She slid into the shower with me and that led to us going at it like lust crazed teenagers with just inches of metal bars separating their naked bodies as they were forced to watch people fucking like rabbits all day long.“You’re going to be sore in the morning,” I told her as I was pulling my dick out of her ass.After we had washed up in the shower she was sucking my dick hard for me to fuck her. I’ll be right out.” I walked down the hallway to my bedroom still thinking about her delicious perfume. I started to undress when it occurred to me I left my bedroom door open. I close it just enough for me to wander around my bedroom without giving a peep show (I do have a little modesty still left in me). I heard the television as I turned on the shower water. The warm shower, Wendy’s image in my mind and the lingering aroma of her perfume has a hardening effect on me. My penis was growing.