He thought he had fixed the latch to keep the door shut tightly. He saw the water delivery guy had brought about six bottles and he carried them in fr...m the front porch.He had a glass of water in the kitchen and wondered where his wife was. It was about 11:00 am, and he often stopped home for a snack, or to check the mail in between client meetings.He went upstairs and saw his wife asleep in the bed. She never went back to bed after getting the kids off to school. He quietly kicked off his. Her attentions had moved on by then, and she'd carefully taken my cock in both hands. While her thumbs slid up the lower surface, pulling the loose skin over the shaft just a little, her fingertips were dancing on the opposite side, pressing and sliding, gathering my full attention. Her fingers milked still more liquid from the tip of my cock, spilling gently over both of us, and she used the lubrication to my advantage, forming her hand around me, and sliding it quickly up and down the shaft,. Patrick kneeled behind her. He rubbed his fuck stick along the crack of her tight ass, an ass he had yet to enter in all those months of marriage. He guided his tool down to her engorged pussy lips. His tapered cockhead teased them. Patrick suck in air as he felt his wife’s moister against his bare cock for the first time. It was so much better than fucking with a rubber on. Finally, he could touch skin against skin. Lust built up inside him. He had to discover what her wet vaginal wall felt. .. such a good kitty, wonderful kitten. Yes." He thumb maneuvering off her swolleness to join his fingers below. His hands where long but slender, almost elegant for a man's hands. She adored them too. Pressing his fingers slowly together inside of her started to tuck his thumb into his palm, the very tip of it pressing into her. Slowly and steadily he pressed inwards and to the last of his knuckles that needed to be worked inside. Slowly still with just a little bit of a twist they slid into.