I'd love to say I lasted, I didn't. I f****d my wife like I was going to prison tomorrow, the whole time yelling mommy as she cried, 'f**k me, John, f**k mommy's p***y'. We exploded fell away and just lay there, sweating, wondering just how perverted we had become and what the future held.
The day things began to change
I woke up late. No time to give Tessa a good-bye f**k. As I stood naked, throwing the last stuff in my bag, she lay there, playing with her p***y. I had woken up during the night and we f****d again, so her v****a was a deliciously sloppy mess.
"I emailed that video we made last night. Enjoy it."
"You know I will. But it's still, well..."
She smiled a coy knowing smile, "Well, we both know we like it, so don't deny it. Your son apparently does too."
I stopped packing,
