She then unbuttons his pants so that she can see his boxers. There is a large bulge and the head of his cock is poking out. She then rubs all around h...s cock but never actually touches it. He looks at her with desire and his look is so intense that she obeys. She gently rubs along his shaft outside of his boxers. He tilts his head back at the feel of her touch. She then slides her hands underneath his boxers and begins to stroke it. All she can think of is how hard and big it is, and how much. "I don't feel so good Jimmy." She told me in a strained voice."I know baby," I tried to comfort her. "How bad is it?" I've been worse, but that isn't saying much." She answered then she tried to smile.I kissed her on the mouth. "Can you handle it?" For you I'll do my best." She smiled again, this time doing a better job of it."I know you will. Hang in there baby it'll get better."I guess she must have noticed the tent my morning hard-on had made in the sheet because she said, "Do you want to. It’s a special night. You can do whatever you want.”Becky’s eyes misted and I knew she was close to tears. “I love you,” she said. Then she kissed me. Properly. On the mouth, tongue swirling with mine.“I love you, too,” I said.“God, Andy, I’m wearing my wedding dress. This is too fucking filthy for words.”I grinned and looked at the men. “Go on,” I said. “Get to it.” #I watched as my wife lay back and spread her thighs. She looked at me, splayed her labia to expose her core, and then invited. “You know, Brianna, I can smell it from over here.”“That bad, huh? Totally sour, I knew it,” I said and tried to walk past him, but he blocked my way again.“I can smell the pumpkin spice.”I froze. Shit. So he could smell it too. It wasn’t just all in my head. I dropped the cups onto the nearest shelf. I didn’t want to touch them anymore. Shit. I was lactating hot beverages. What the hell?! “Brianna, what’s with you? I know you hate that drink, you fought me over putting it on the menu like your.