I ached for him, every inch of my body begged for his touch. His wide calloused hands slid under my billowy white blouse and caressed the silken ski... below, his long awaited fingers trailing paths of goose pimples where they touched. The garment was forgotten and thrown to the floor, he cupped a trembling breast in his hand and looked me in the eye as if to portray the deepness of his love, and the relief to hold me again. He dipped down and caressed my breasts so softly and tenderly,. My folks have always considered their sons’ wives to be their daughters.I let her handle her folks, as I had not even met them. Was I apprehensive because her Dad was a truck driver and would I even survive meeting them? Would they even be civil to me? We made plans to go to her home a few weekends later for me to meet her folks and them to meet this ole country boy from North Carolina that wanted to marry their daughter. This would surely be a cultural shock in the making!Her mom was home when. .. jealous. That looked ever so wonderful.”Carol looked Rhee intently in the eyes. “Jealous? As in...”“As in,” she said so quietly that I could barely hear her, “I ... would have loved to have traded places with you. Ummm, either of you.”Her face went scarlet, but she looked in Carol’s eyes the entire time. Carol’s eyebrows rose a bit, then she turned her attention to me, raising her eyebrows at me.“I don’t mind Rhee ... uh ... wanting Dad. I’ve known that she does for quite a while, and it has. I want to be your victory spoils,” she said, continuing to seduce him.Not one to deny that request, Mike kissed her with ferocity, moving his cock to the entrance of her sopping wet pussy. Melody moaned in sheer delight as his engorged member penetrated her. Finally engulfed in her tunnel, Mike’s thrusts were frenetic and full of reckless abandon. As he pounded her with desire, her incredible breasts heaved back and forth, her tank top and bra barely containing them and only accentuating their.