”“I meant to ask you yesterday, how does it feel to be a working girl?”I smiled, “Pretty good. It’d feel even better if I could get to the m...ll though.”“Heh, already got plans to spend it,” he turned to look at me.I smiled, “Yeah, I really need an outfit for running, but the bus takes so long,” I drew out the so and flopped my arms dramatically. Maybe I was laying it on thick.“It burns a hole in your pocket.”I ignored that, “Hey, Mister Gadsten, my dad is gone, would you mind going shopping. Weasley."Holly decided to speak up while she had a chance. "Can I help then?" Take Hermione off our hands Holly." Yeah, that would be a tremendous help."Hermione ignored both Fred and George. "You're the birthday girlremember..."Holly stomped her foot in frustration and cut off her friend. "Yes,yes, I know. The birthday girl should not have to lift a finger, butthat is dreadfully boring." Well how about finding Becky and seeing what she's up to, and if youfind her ask her why she hasn't lifted. My wife just moaned and continued to suck his cock to attention.It took about 3 or 4 minutes to get his cock rock hard and to its longest. I would say that it was over 12 and as round as a coke can. My wife tried to deep throat him but could only get about 10 inches down. He told her she was a good cock sucker because no woman not even his wife was able to take him that deep. He gently pulled her up onto the bed and laid her on her back and started to kiss her very gently and softly. He turned. Cool night air washed over her newly exposed skin, causing goose bumps to form over the rise of her ass. The temptation to caress her bottom pulled at me strongly but I resisted, not yet wanting to break the spell and awaken my sleeping beauty. Instead, I sat quietly in the stuffed chair next to our bed, content to pleasure myself while I spied on her sleeping form. I slowly pumped my shaft for a time, enjoying the visual feast that was my beautiful wife. My gaze roamed freely up and down her.