Or vice versa for that matter.But my little wife was primed to get fucked now and so it was time to bring out her new lover.Witchy looked at me and th...en up to my still churing in heated lust wife and waved her arm at me to signal me to go get the bucket and bring it as she told my wife tonight the pleasure would be all hers and that her chosen partner would get only the thrill of her pussy and juices out of this session.I had went over gotten the bucket brought it back and sat it down right at. Thought with the stove, you could stay," Beall said, shaking his head. "Say, did you ever know a young whore name of Joan Suede down there, the Swede some call her?" What's that to you? Think of taking your trade elsewhere? I'm not good enough for you now that you're road superintendent or whatever the hell it is?" Don't get all excited. I just saw her down there a couple of weeks ago and wondered if you knew her," Beall said calmly as he checked the buttons at his waistband and hitched up his. “Shit, Mom!” he groaned.“Cum in Mommy's pussy!” I panted, my twat writhing around his big dick. “Kevin, cum in Mommy's naughty cunt! Give Mommy your seed!”“Yes!” he snarled.His cum erupted into my pussy.I gasped as my snatch rippled and writhed around his dick. His hot cum pumped into me. Spurt after spurt of his jizz flooded my cunt. He squirted it right against my cervix. His seed flooded into my womb. This rush flooded through me. More bliss drowned my mind. I gasped and moaned, my pussy. “New ... new beginnings, right?”“Right, right.” He looked at the corner of the room by the fake fireplace, and smiled as the warm memories drifted through him. Decorating the Christmas tree, watching the fake fireplace fake burn fake wood, making real emotions and memories, opening presents, the smell of cookies. He completely blamed his mother for his candy obsession, that she also shared.“Come on Jack, talk to me.”“Talk about what?”“About anything? Every time I look at you, you look so much.