As no answer came, his feet came to the floor, and his head peaked out. He caught me walking away. "Molly?" he asked. To not look guilty, my head turn...ed back. "Oh, hi, Mr. Gladwell. I'm just taking a small break from the sleepover, your daughter talks a mile a minute," I explained. "Oh, is that so?" he wondered. "Yes," I whispered. "I could use some company, if you are interested," he put on the record. As a slight crush had already came upon me on this single dad, the opportunity couldn't be. She gently stroked my cock to keep me hard and then lit up another pipe load. This was our third rock and we were both so high, but at that perfect state, where you still want more, but are feeling so good. When you are at this perfect level of ecstasy, your cock can stay hard a long time, but not too high where you can’t do anything…it was pretty close to bliss.She turned her back to me and slid off her panties; she then slid on the bed with her back to me and directed my cock with her hand. [HUSBAND lightly touches WIFE’s wrist. WIFE jerks back.]Husband: Honey, look at me. We can work this out. Our therapist—Wife: Fuck our therapist. There is no “we.” “We” are done. I want you out.Husband: I’m not going. This is my home, too.Wife: Get out of my house!Husband [bristling]: You leave. It’s you who wants out of this marriage. Not me!Wife: You’re the man. Be brave, and get out!Husband: This is my HOME! And I didn’t do anything wrong. Please—Wife: No, it’s not. And yes, you did. Now get. ‘Brother, it was just wonderful, after seeing your lovely erection I am getting excited, come on boy … Your Cock must be itching … Come , let us have a fuck.”I kissed her squarely on her mouth, caressing her springy buttocks and molding her spongy flesh. I asked her to kneel on the bed again as I wanted to fuck her from behind. Immediately she obeyed me and went up to the bed. Placing her legs apart she knelt showing me her treasures. I briefly kissed her Pussy and tongued her tempting arse.