She leaned further into the room and plainly heard his voice. "Maaaaannnnndddddeeeeee," he moaned. Then it happened. His cock started spewing. But it ...wasn't like the video tape at all. On the video tapes the guy shot drops of stuff that went five or six inches and then landed, usually on the woman's stomach, or maybe her back. Then the man in the video rubbed the tip of his cock around while it oozed more white stuff.But Uncle Bob's penis shot his stuff clear up in the air!It went at least two. She has outlived her usefulness to us, but we can always use good men in the right position. We will make this right." "But you are cuckolding your husband." "No! It is mutual. I send other sisters to him when I can't be with him. I've even vetted a mistress for him." "Does it still hurt?" The question is unexpected, and painful to answer, but I know that he would sense dishonesty. "Yes. Every damned time. Not as much maybe, because my life has a higher purpose now." "I understand higher. In fact, between her touch and my imagination about what Allison might be doing to Michael, my heart was pounding and I was almost quivering with arousal. I’d been stroking Marci’s bare thigh with my free hand, steering with the other, and she had scooted forward in her seat and eagerly parted her legs to give me access. I’d taken advantage, and by the time we neared the hotel was lightly caressing her puffy pussy lips through her damp panties. The little shudder of arousal I heard in her. Guess she just forgot about how I’d corn holed the shit out of her sphincter earlier this afternoon. “Yeah Gene ole’ boy … I got her started for you.” I thought spitefully and in moments I was more than a little bothered by a tinge of jealousy that ran through my body. I could actually hear the bed squeaking moments after they entered the room. “What’s your problem? You wanna watch or something?!!” I’d forgot that Tina was standing in front of me. I’d been blankly staring at Etta’s door and I.