She got a wild hair and left us, going out to California to “find herself”. One weekend, Deb decided to come home for the weekend and do laundry, have me buy her a bunch of groceries and go to a couple of her favorite restaurants….stuff we always did when she came home. Sliding it tight, but not tight enouIgh to leave a mark, I pulled her to her feet. I let go with another orgasm, this one splattering those fantastic tits. “I won’t tell if you stop. I bet none of those college boys fuck you this good, do they? I thrust into her tight asshole with one stroke and she nearly passed out from the impact. As I hammered away on her, she cried and screamed louder, yelling for help. We were both sitting at the kitchen table, with a load of Cindy’s wash in the washer when Deb returned. My pussy, hand or my mouth?” I guess she had learned her lesson and wanted to please me.
