I slide down onto his hardness and didn’t hold anything back. I rode his cock harder than I think I every have, trembled with one orgasm right after... the other until he finally flooded my hungry pussy with his cum. I can’t ever remember a time that I needed to feel him cum inside of me like I did that day. He didn’t ask a single question until we were finished either, but the first thing out of his mouth afterwards was "what in the hell is up with you?" At first I told him "nothing, I just. Helene left the room and came back a minute later carrying more coffee. I had already finished my still hot coffee and so Henry said “Too late. You are no good as a pet and no good as a maid, what are you good at?”, “Sex!” she said looking down sheepishly… “What? I can’t hear you, what are you good at?”, “Sex!” She said a bit louder, “I must be going deaf! I thought I heard you say you were a fucking sex whore! What are you?”, “A fucking sex whore!” she repeated, “Ah! But of course you are…. ”I stared for a while at Carol. The disappointment on my face was evident. “We will talk when we are alone,”. I wanted to make her aware of how little time we had for ourselves as Aaron was home most of the time.~~~~The following week, I found myself at my in-law's place. After a lot of discussions and to my disappointment, I had agreed to let Carol attend the seminar and let her miss Sandra’s birthday. To make up for her loss, Carol spoke to us on a video call telling us how much she missed. The other morning I was in the middle of a self masturbation session viewing a hot video of a young blonde female gagging on heavy semen from a stiff cock and almost to the point of climax when suddenly a familiar voice intrrrupted mynthoughts and enjoyment: “What are you doing Joe?” “Jerking my cock off! Have you forgotten it needs relieving from time to time then?” “No I haven,t. But you usually do it when I,m not around?” “Normally you,re still asleep at 10 am too!” I replied. “I couldn,t.