“were” because after our 3 kids those nips just aint right anymore fellas…. Her pussy wasn’t the lips close together type, but the lips spread... like a flower, type. Average ‘tightness’. She also had brown hair, usually shoulder height. Now I’ll answer the question in your head, “How the fuck did you land a girl like that?”. Well fellas, She was a ‘but-her-face”, she kinda looked like a man, wont lie. And she had horrible teeth. Story time. I have a friend, call him John. John was my age. One. I shifted a little and felt his cock head pressing against the entrance to my pussy. I paused, savoring that feeling. The anticipation just before the cock slides into my pussy filling me with warm man meat.My sleeping husband and I settled into a fast and furious rhythm slamming our groins together. I heard my husband say something. I wasn't sure if he was awake, or not so I asked him to repeat what he said. "I want your ass." He said as he pulled out of my pussy. I spread my cheeks, and with. . she told herself, but the thought had no more than surfaced when there was that impatient pounding on the front door.She opened the door a crack and her heart sank to see that it was indeed her father-in-law, reeking of alcohol and looking for some "entertainment".Her head hung n dejection, Marsha opened the door and stood aside so Norman might enter.But instead he stood expectantly. "Well?" he asked gruffly.Marsha had hoped he would have forgotten his demands from the other night, but it was. Vimalesh at last relieved me of his weight by lying at my side, but our legs were still entwined.We had now time to converse. My lover explained to me all the sexual mysteries which remained for me to know, then we formed plans which would enable us after my marriage to meet often alone. These explanations and plans were mingled so freely with caresses that before my lover left me we had melted five times in each other's arms. I had barely strength to drag up the rope ladder after he departed..