Oh yes. Mmmmmh. Oh yes. I’m cumming, I’M CUMMING, I’M CUMMING!I tremble then freeze. My foreskin pulled back to the ridge. No hand movement. My ...breathing stops, senses of taste, smell and hearing disappear. Eyes glaze over. My body tenses, muscles stiffen, toes pointing. And all my nerves cells are based in my cock, on my purple, sensitive cockhead, glistening with pre-cum. A breath of wind over my mushroom, plum, gland would seem like a hot poker in intensity. Sensation of touch magnified to. Every few days he would bend her over a chair or table like her husband did, and she would feel a cock entering her barely used pussy. This one was about the same size as the invader at home. In just a few minutes the same surge of hot fluid happened inside her. She was then expected to clean off his shrinking organ. Nothing was said, it was just an expected household duty.She shared all this with her sister who said that such things were common for women doing that kind of work. There wasn’t. Liz grabbed the blanket and threw it over them before she snuggled up to Michael and rested her head on his shoulder. ‘We just had…sex,’ she said as she sighed. ‘Yeah, I know,’ he said. ‘I gotta say, that was…wow.’ ‘Yep.’ Liz moved slightly and rested her chin on his chest as her hand gently rubbed it. ‘I, uh..I…’ Michael chuckled. ‘What?’ Liz asked. ‘I hope you know that when I stopped by, making love to you was the last thing I had in mind.’ ‘Oh really?’ ‘Yeah. I came overto tell you that…’. She relaxed back into the seat. Charles seeing her relax, relaxed himself. Suddenly she elbowed him with a decent jab in the ribs. “No playing with the girls in public buster!”A placating, “Yes dear,” came from Charles.Traffic to Dulles had been nuts. NUTS! Absolutely, positively, nuts. Hans had used the I-95 toll road and even that hadn’t helped much, the drive taking a good two and a half hours for what should have been a simple two hour trip. They did arrive in plenty of time though. Hans.