She pulled away from my lips and told me how wet she was from being so horny.I literally throw her on the bed and got over her and again we started sm...oching with my chest pressed against her breasts. My hands on her face and she started breathing heavily again. But this time while kissing I ran my hand down inside her shorts and panty and started rubbing her pussy the softness of her pussy was killing me all over.I slowly entered my fingers in her pussy which was so wet that she has already. " or, "Damn, I can picture some other guy laying the meat to you, wouldn't you love it?" Fantasies that make the orgasm better.Of course if anyone mentions it later, it was only a fantasy and I wouldn't want to do it. The thought is there, in the recesses of our mind.In the last year or so since our daughter has been gone my wife's sex drive has increased considerably. We do it more often in more ways then we've done in years. Neither of us says no to the other. The sex is great, especially. ‘It doesn’t have to be like that,’ Marcus said, after considering her words. ‘I mean, I can’t work miracles, but really, Poe had the wrong idea.’ ‘Every action has an equal and opposite reaction,’ Julie said. ‘There’s a price for everything. I won’t chance it.’ ‘You’re going to make my job very difficult,’ he said, ‘if you won’t wish.’ ‘I’m sorry,’ she said. ‘I could give the bottle back to Mindy, perhaps. She could wish for things.’ Marcus shook his head. ‘It doesn’t work that way. You. “As you wish,” he whispered in her ear. He shoved his penis into her, burying his length in her warm, soft inside. He kept up a steady pace, thumping in and out of her. His hand kept playing with her soapy boobs, sliding over them, and twisting the nipples gently. He watched her facial expressions in the mirror. Her mouth hung open, and every time he thrust into her, her lips would shape themselves into a little o. Her wide eyes were locked on his reflection. He increased his pace, and her.