"Michelle, I have an idea. If you felt you could trust me with the girls—why not let me take them shopping Saturday for their school clothes?" Oh Ra...ndy... ," she said, laughing in spite of her surprise. "Are you sure you're up for that? You know, my three girls can be a real handful—especially when they're turned loose in a clothing store."Seeking to reassure her, Randy said, "I'm sure the girls and I would get along fine. In addition, I'd love to take them shopping. You have no idea how much. "I seldom work weekends and never holidays. Time is more important than money, especially when you have enough money. We'll never have enough time." Well thanks for spouting your asinine platitudes," snapped Monica. "I bet that's one that fucking Confucius never even considered!"I realized that my words of infinite wisdom were falling on deaf ears, so I grabbed a beer from the refrigerator and went into the living room to watch the news.It was the very next day at work that I was called into. She is still the same enthusiastic bed partner, still the soft and lovely girl of my dreams. Age will never wither her beauty, nor slow down her sex drive, apparently, thank goodness. She lay on the bed with that Mona Lisa smile of hers, her soft round little body still lovely after all these years. She reached out for me and again I answered her siren call. This still happens every now and then. I get crazed, I guess. I have to take her, hard. I get this overwhelming feeling of possessiveness. That is when they got up and laid me out on our ottoman, spread eagled. On my back. Mark, immediately jumped on top of me, rammed his cock into my pussy and started furiously fucking me. I started cumming again and started telling him to not stop and to fuck me harder. He then picked up his speed and suddenly started yelling himself “fuuuuck, ohhhhh fuuuuuck I’m cumming, I’m cumming! He then pushed hard into me and once again I could feel his cock throbbing and pulsing as he pumped his cum into.