The embarrassment would sting much worse. Of all the women in the world, why did it have to be Annabelle? If ever he wanted to last, to impress her, i...t was now. Slowing his thrusts, he tried to hang on, even closing his eyes to banish the sight of her fucking him with the same lustful need surging through him. It was useless. His head filled with newly realized visions of her and the blissful squeeze of her pussy, so tight, so hot and slippery, was too much. Biting his lip against the growl. ’ I looked at the sergeant with renewed interest. ‘Do you remember, a few years back, a man called John Carpenter was convicted of a murder that his wife had committed?’ the sergeant asked. The name rang a bell somewhere in my brain. I seemed to remember he’d been inside for a while and there’d been a gunfight or something a little while after he was released. Then there was a lot of publicity in the newspapers about him being innocent of the crime in the first place. ‘Yeah, I think I do.. First, I would love to join you guys in threesomes. You could teach me a lot. Secondly, there is nothing more than I would like than to have one on one's with you mom. Today was the best day of my life thanks to you."So, it was all agreed. Kyle would join us in bed and our son could have his mother any time he wanted her.Later that night, I called John and invited him and Susan for dinner the next night at 7:00 and he accepted.As it was time for bed, and as Lu showered, I asked Kyle if he. Every once in a while you’d slide yourself slightly to one side then the other. The feeling was incredible. Just thinking about being inside you almost made me orgasm, and several times I had to physically stop you because I didn’t want it to end. Eventually I could feel you nearing you orgasm. I looked at you and cocked my head to one side. You nodded slowly. You started going back and forth more quickly. I began to rub your clit faster, pressing harder against you. You braced yourself against.