"Sounds good. That will get us started again. But it's your choice, food or sex?"
"Right now, definitely, food."
"Ok, you go. When you get to the kitchen I'll be hard again and I'm going to show you a knew way to eat a donut."
Her ass was a delight to watch as she left the bed, swaying as far as it could from side to side. It was teasing me, saying, "Come and get it."
For the next few years, I did get it a lot - in every imaginable way, in every hole, in public, wild and so tender I could barely feel myself inside her. She violated, pleased and challenged my body in ways I never dreamed. When she met Don, I liked him. He is a good, steady, loving man and a good father. When Lynn came to me almost three years ago, she cried and told me they were trying but his sperm count was low. As with all her hurts, I soothed her, told her it would be all right and then made sweet love to her fertile, hopeful body. Little Jason has Hazel-green eyes and black hair like me, not blue and blonde like his loving dad. Still when Dad visits, he shakes my hand hardily and always arrives with my favorite beer and pictures of young Jason. Jason will need a sister soon. This weekend was practice.
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