Meanwhile, my own pecker-head, rubbing against the black leather, reached critical mass, and with a groan, I spurted my own jizz all over the front of... his jacket. He didn't com­plain, though. He was in another world, still cumming inside me.The man packed quite a load. He pumped out a boxcar load of sperm, then held me close, stopping my motion on him, holding his penis in me as he trembled with the power of his afterglow. I don't know how long we stood like that — one man holding another. Our faces so close together and yet too far.“Please?” I asked.“No,” she laughed.She pushed me away and swam to the other side of the pool. She got out and reached for her phone. I swam over and got out behind her to see her finishing a text and sending it.“Fuck buddy?”She turned, slightly angry, before a smile broke on her face. It was only an instant but I caught it. I always do.“What did you tell him you are doing?”“Spending the night with my friend.”“Oh so you are staying the night?” I asked. As she was taking pictures of her pussy, she was rubbing herself – making herself come while thinking of me. By the time she’d finished, she claimed she masturbated herself to cumming 3 times. I drove over to Sasha’s house around 11 and with her boys sleeping, she snuck out of the house, got in my car and I whisked her away. No guilt in me – her husband was dead and she was desperately in heat. Once I got her into my bedroom, I turned off the lights and began to kiss her on the mouth. . He was almost nineteen or twenty. He was short and strong but very ugly. He obviously saw my clothes and searched for the phone in purse. At that moment I had no choice but shout at him. Don’t touch my phone. He looked at me and smiled. So you are also fucking him, I never thought, you could do this. I told him to go out. I was able to cover myself with the curtains. Only my head and legs were visible to him. He told me please have sex with me.Then he became naked. I told him don’t think of.