I softly kiss your cheek, grab your hand and take over the lead. I guide us up the stairs, through the kitchen, then the lounge and finally into my be...room. The huge windows in front of my bed give that same endless view of the Pacific. We both freeze in our tracks, captivated by it once again. The wind is building. There are now scattered white caps out to sea, though there is a cosy bliss about watching it from behind the shielding of the windows. I feel the urge to hug you and squeeze you. I found out later that she hated peas more than any other green vegetable. At her house if it was on her plate she had to eat it no matter what. After her first cum I don’t think she even noticed eating them or the second helping I scooped onto her plate when she wasn’t looking.We were still eating when Lane excused herself to go text her mom that she was eating where she was visiting and would be home before her eight o’clock curfew.“Give me the remote David. If I ever catch you doing that to. "I've got my own personal Fred Astaire, and it's a perfect day for him to serenade me," Tami said over her shoulder as she walked me toward the side of the building."I think you mean Gene Kelly," I said after I'd followed her twisted logic to the end."Whatever. Sing boy." I just hope you don't expect him to dance," Robbie called after us."I'm singin' in the rain, just singin' in the rain.What a glorious feeling, I'm..." Have fun?"Robbie was waiting for us just inside the middle school.Tami and. He slid his hand between her thighs and slowly rubbed the KY into her pussy, making it nice and wet with his gentle strokes, then rubbed the rest onto his cock and massaged it a little before taking the plunge.By this time I was hard myself, watching a complete stranger about to have his way with my wife, and started rubbing my own cock underneath my shorts. I watched him lean onto the bed and over her ass, slowly rubbing the head of his member between her ass cheeks and slowly touching her wet.