I know I should be grateful that she is now so willing to please me. Sometimes a husband just knows.As is often the case, it began low-key. Whenever w... went out together I would encourage her to dress provocatively. I loved seeing Sandra in a short skirt and high heels or showing off her 32dd cleavage. In the beginning she was often unwilling to go quite as far as I would have liked, especially if we were with friends and she would find my requests embarrassing or uncomfortable. Having her. After that, I got right under Erin's boobs. I couldn't help, but to enjoy the show that was swinging back and fourth. I put my fingers right into my pussy, and I began masturbating. Damn, little did I know what lay behind the attic door when I opened it.I found myself loving this whole thing. Not that it surprised me, but it was something I never expected for me to just walk into. I leaned up, and just kissed her perfect nipples. She really was perfect, in the respects that she had one rocking. I would have been nursing a serious hangover had I been him. He seemed to be doing just fine while he loaded his friends’ suitcases into the back of his red rental jeep. He spotted me watching him and started to walk over toward me. Oh dear, now I was in for it. He was an ex-army guy or something and still had the body. His arms swayed back and forth held out from his sides by bulging muscles. ‘Do you need a lift?’ He looked down at my suitcase. ‘We’re headed for the airport too. We could. Dropping my head down further, running the hard pointed tip of my tongue along the crest right under her bottom cheeks, at the top of her leg, where she swells and her leg meets the overhang of her girlish ass..exploring the crease of her overhang with my warm hard tongue. I part Becky’s asscheeks and placed the littlest softest warm pouting butterfly kisses all up and down along the inside of her rear cheeks, slow fluttering kisses, one little kiss then stopping, then an inch down and another.