Then, letting his tongue dance along the path his fingers had just travelled, he soon centered his artful tongue on my protruding nub. His one aim; to...make it rise against his lips.He continually stabbed at it or pulled on it; making it rise from its hooded hiding place.He pressed himself against my rear, just slightly separating the cheeks so his hard arousal could rest between them. I knew he wanted to press it into me, for I could feel his arousal quiver as its head rested against that tight. I felt the babies move. Jen laughed and said, ‘It looks like the children are getting restless. Probably wondering why their world is getting squashed.’ And she wriggled her stomach on mine. I pulled her into me and kissed her hard. She then moved, sat up, took my dick into her hand and guided me into her. Lowering herself onto me, I slipped into her with ease. She was wet and hot and I was hot and stiff. She sat there, impaled on my erection and messaged me with the vaginal muscles. I lay. “I wish every day could be so exciting.” Noah, oblivious to the fact that he hadn’t been the only rousing and eventful part of my day, was pleased as Punch to hear this. Was it so easy to inflate a man’s ego? Let him believe he was solely responsible for your contentment? “Every day should be exciting, my dear,” he said. “If yours is ever lacking, you can come to me to fix it.” “Oh my, you are so sweet,” I said as if overwhelmed by this benevolent offer. I patted his chest gently and gave. Even so, I’m still not sure if it was the warm weather, or the couple of drinks at lunchtime, but we seemed to be going a bit further than we usually did. My hand was back on Pete’s groin, rubbing quite hard at it now. He muttered something about not going too far, or there might be a nasty mess. I looked at him: “Promises, promises”, I whispered. I stopped rubbing for a moment; Pete looked as if he was about to tell me not to stop, but then he realised that I had started carefully to unzip his.