Looking back inmy old life and what I was. I was a selfish third rate ball coach thatwas a washed up mediocre college jock. That blamed everyone else ...for myproblems. I complained that I did not do well in the game because of thecoach or the refs and I did not do good at work because I hated it. But Iexcuse my poor performance by saying they were unfair to me.Yeah I loved Dee and the kids and they loved me. But I don't know whythey did, because I never spent much time with any of them. I would. I could feel her pussy resist letting my head enter her, but as soon as it went in she grunted. I knew she loved being fucked from behind so I kept thrusting deeper into her. I lifted her upper leg up in the air, so that I could reach her clit. I got my fingers wet from my cock which was lubricated by her juices. With my fingers so wet it was easy to rub her clit. I could feel how she was getting closer to an orgasm. I was also getting closer, but I did not want to cum yet. She did not hold. . jerk off I mean?” she asked with a note of intense interest in her voice.“Well honey, usually about four or five times a day,” I answered honestly.“WOW! Four or five times a day! That is so cool!” She paused and I could almost see the wheels turning in her head. “When you do it that many times a day ... when you shoot ... is there always that much sperm ... er ... I mean ... is there always that much cum as last time?”“Well, I’ve been told my loads of cum are a lot bigger than most people. I pulled back until I had just a little more than his cock head in my mouth. I formed my index finger and thumb into a circle around the base of his cock and stroked him. I then cupped his balls with my other hand and slid my middle finger towards his asshole and gently rubbed his taint.It didn’t take long before I heard him starting to moan and could feel him tensing up. I felt his balls tighten up and he put his hands on the back of my head. He started moaning fuck, fuck, fuck I’m going to.