She let herself be pliant to my touch, moving herself slightly to accommodate my actions. “Oops, I think I’m leaking.”
She reached down to collect some of the semen dripping out of her then smeared it over my cock like Kaylee did, it gave her a reason to suck me some more. Do you want to get wet and let me fuck you?”
“Yes, I want that.”
I felt her pussy get wetter, “Good because I want to do it so I can make your pussy feel good. I pondered that and realized that it was more of resolution to a problem than a deliberate action to break the ‘rules’– it was about having been constantly rejected for certain personal interests. When we got there I told them to close the door, turn on the light, and get their pants and panties off. I never realized just how deeply affected I felt by years of rejection from my wife. I could understand her logic, if she could get me sexually excited, then in turn I would want to be intimate with her, and by extension share things that felt good with her.
