“Serves you right” you snicker as you straighten up the blankets pressing down hard on the wet spot. Porn I cry out and thrust my head back. You would much rather sleep in, and lounge in front of the tv most of the day. You lay your body down across me, your rod still buried to the hilt, and try to catch your breath. “Good grief” you say to yourself as you spy some sad looking husbands sitting in folding chairs under a nearby tree. “Damn” you say with a deep exhale of breath, “That was the hottest thing that has ever happened to me.” You bend over, grab your shorts from around your ankles and pull them up. In the shower you linger under the hot steamy stream, not in any kind of hurry to go downstairs. “Oh yeah” I say and I spread my legs.
