You’re not eating and you’re not taking care of yourself. I’m not stupid, I know what’s going on. I buried Harry four years ago, my folks two ...ears ago, and Millie three months ago. I will be damned if I go through this all over again at Christmas!” Tears were pouring from her eyes. Behind her, Ronnie picked the gun off the buffet and carried it into the kitchen. “You’re not having an ‘accident’ while I can help it! You’re staying with us!”Jim stared at his daughter-in-law wildly. “You think. He hoisted my legs over his shoulders. I thrust my hips forward, pushing my sex into his face. He gripped my hips, holding me tight to his hungry wonderful mouth."Ooooooohhh, Stevie, ooooooohhhhhhh honey," I mewled. He licked my vaginal lips and pushed his tongue inside me, plunging deep into my pussy. Next, he turned to my labia, licking every curve, every crevice, every fold. I jabbered incoherently, "Oh, oh, oh, oh," but the next words caught in my throat. I took a second and then I said it:. We used to play up the loft/attic in the five appartment house this was the first time i tried to put my cock up her fanny i didnt have much luck but i got it inside her little cunt an pushed it wasnt that great for me then one of my mates said about making holes in the roof and floor to see into the bathroom or the floor below i told him no but when he left i started making holes all over the house first in my favorite place he loft i could now see my big sister masturbating or getting fucked. "Some might not understand, but it extremely satisfying to have my head firmly planted between my wife's gorgeous legs, eating away at her pussy. This was right, this was where I belonged. Both Anna and I recognized this. Our feeling of disconnection with each other was finally fading. Our marriage was crossing the traditional boundaries into new territory, a place where we took on new social roles and positions to adapt to the changing dynamics of our social and sexual relationship. My place.