To tell you the truth, I didn't really care. I knew that a lot of girls did. I also knew that my wife would not be too happy with the idea. I told Apr...il that I really didn't care, but her mother would not approve at all. April agreed but said that they would only do it when mom wasn't here and they wouldn't talk about it away from the boat.I told them that they could only do it if we were away from other boaters and they would have to cover up if another boat came by.April quickly agreed, gave. "Not so fast, baby," Lou purred in my ear. Lou, purring? 'What's going on?' I thought to myself. "I don't want you too drunk. I want to dance some more." And, with that, she downed her drink and hustled me back onto the floor. The DJ was playing some more upbeat music, and Lou was doing the grind again. I kept up as best I could. After about a half hour, I was breathless again, and headed back to our seats. Lou grabbed my arm and yelled "Can you get me a couple more beers?" I nodded and headed. I held out as long as I could. When I came, it was a gusher. My final strokes squished out volumes of cum. Her pussy was white with my creamy fluids."Oh Walter, that was spectacular. Did you enjoy my orgasms?" Peaches, you're the best. Each orgasm gripped my cock like a throbbing heartbeat."We kissed a deep kiss. She said, "You need to stay all afternoon, Walter. The next time I want you to cum on my face. I love facials." I'd love to, Peaches, but really I can't. Connie will be home in an. But I was truthful when I told him that each morning since, when I touched myself, I thought of having him inside me again. I could tell he wanted to be with me again. In fact, I'm sure he was very hard in that moment. But he didn't know what to think about his father watching. That was three days ago.The very next morning, I was doing just as I had described. Laying in bed with my hand between my legs, husband snorning away next to me, thinking about my son fucking me. I was extremely wet. I.