Nevermind that he'd probably have killed me if he had. That was beside the point. He didn't even try. He just yanked his cock out of me like it was a ...matter of complete indifference to him and he ran off. He left me there, half-naked, helpless, desperately aroused, and he just ... left.Of course, that was something I wouldn't – couldn't – talk about. So I bitched about how I'd lost a fight that didn't happen and hoped no one noticed that there was more than adrenaline making my heart race and. He seemed disappointed. I imagine he thought he was in for a morning of great sex. I pushed up against him and kissed him, I whispered in his ear, just because he's asleep doesn't mean we can't enjoy ourselves. Besides, He knew what was happening, it's his fault he didn't stay awake. Bill and I made our way into the bathroom past my sleeping husband. Bill seemed a little uncomfortable but not me. I knew if Eddie had passed out already it didn't matter. I sort of hoped he would wake but I. We hump slowly, my wetted lips sitting snugly atop his firm flesh, he has parted them, I squeeze tighter as he pushes forward, his penis rises and brushes against my clitoris, releasing more wetness, I gasp and my knees buckle, but his rough hands are cupping my breasts and he supports me that way, and as I gather strength in my loins, he tears a sharp pain through my chest as he roughly twists and pulls my nipples, this pleasures him but pains me, I raise my hands high onto my head and clasp. Fuck, I just wanted an actual taste. The power that her body had over me was scary (she was in full control). The excitement of all the possibilities made my stomach fill with butterflies. My desire for her was so strong though, that I didn’t even have time to allow myself to be nervous or think of consequences. I quickly got out of the jacuzzi (like a puppet on a string) wrapping a towel around my waist. I headed inside leaving my poor unsuspecting mom still sitting and soaking in her son and.