I'm what's loosely classified as a cycling 'enthusiast' - someone who rides a bicycle more than 25 times a year. I don't belong to a club, and I'm not... training for the Tour de France, but I do own a reasonably nice road bike (bought after riding my mountain bike off-road resulted in one too many injuries!).I don't go to great lengths to find different routes to ride. For me, the riding is kind of a meditation. It helps clear my mind and keeps my body in reasonably fit condition. I abhor riding. So wonderful. I wanted to do that. I wanted to pump her full of so much jizz. I wanted to fill her bred pussy to the hilt with my girl-spunk.Mrs. Albertson moaned, her face twisting with bliss. She squirmed as her daughter sucked on her nipples, her face flushing as red as her own hair. She bit her lip, staring up at me as I pounded her daughter's snatch.“Ooh, this is so hot. Oh, my, yes, my pussy is boiling,” she moaned.“Then have your daughter lick it,” I panted, thrusting even harder into. After a few minutes Jen felt her passion begin to build again. "God, he fucks so good," she thought.Seeming to read her mind, David asked again, "You'll still let me fuck you, right?"Jen felt pleasure tingle through her body. David made her feel so good. In her passion, she said, "Maybe — we'll see."David inwardly smiled. He knew that no matter what Jen did with Mike, he'd still have a piece of her sexy body.Jen got home late that evening. Mike was waiting for her in bed."Hi, I'm sorry I'm so. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Jane so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at.