‘How many times?’ He hit the wall again. ‘How many times did you fuck him?!’ When I wouldn’t answer, he came back to the bed, grabbing me by... the shoulders and shaking. My head jerked back and forth. ‘Answer me, you fucking bastard!’ And then he fell against me, crying. ‘Don’t leave me for him.’ he whispered through the tears. ‘God, Pete, please don’t leave me for him.’ I wrapped my arms around him, kissing his hair and trying to quiet him. ‘I’m not leaving you. I love you. Don’t cry, baby,. There was no way I would be able to get her in home, so I had to go outside. However it was so hut now there would be only two out of mind persons outside, doughtier with her father, how romantic? I questioned my statement romantic why it is spouse to be romantic?. Decided to go outside I thought what she might like at this instance, up course she would appreciate a cold drink, but what kind? Looking at her with my fathers eyes something gave me a hitch, she was tensed and troubled about. Now my son holds my legs up with one hand while excitedly jamming the fist of his other hand up and down his beautiful erect teenaged cock. Inserting my pretty feet into his mouth, he starts to suck on my red polished toes and lick the soles of my feet. His tongue darts between my long, sexy toes, across my instep to my ankles and heels, and wetly slithers across the soles of my feet.I place my hands between my naked thighs and spread my cunt lips wide apart, knowing this will sexually excite. I love it when I cum from getting fucked. It makes me feel like such a sissy. He wasn't done yet though and I was more than happy to let him continue using my hole. He started calling me names like slut and sissy and faggot, and I was loving it. He grabbed my shoulders and slammed into me as hard and far as he could. I let out a yelp as he twitched and unleashed a flood of cum into me. He pulled out of me and I could feel the cum running down my legs because I was too gaped to keep it in. When.