” She replied to me with a big grin on her face. “Why don’t you get rinse off, dry yourself, put on some sweats and cum in the living room, I w...nt you to do something for me.” She said as she closed the shower curtain and left the bathroom.Getting my hopes up, and knowing I could still masturbate later, I decided to do as she had instructed. I rinsed off, got out of the shower, to find that my wife had left the bathroom door open about 6-8 inches, so if anyone walked down the hall while I was. There is no reason, however, why rivers of greater magnitude, than any which have hitherto been discovered in it, should not emanate from mountains of such limited altitude, as the known mountains of that immense and sea-girt territory. But, it appears to me, it is not in the height and character of its hilly regions, that we are to look for the causes why so few living streams issue from them. The true cause, I apprehend, lies in its climate, in its seldom experiencing other than partial. She stopped just inside the hallway, and after I had shut and locked the door and set down all the bags I was carrying, I held my arms open, and she came into them. I lowered my face to hers, and kissed her. Our tongues played games, and my hands wandered down her back and cupped her ass. She moaned.I broke our kiss, and led her to my bedroom. She sat me down on the bed, and stood in front of me, and took off her dress. Underneath it, she was wearing a white, strapless, push-up bra, and a tiny. Whatever it was she didn’t want it to stop but wanted it stroked until she spiraled out of control. ‘Not yet,’ Marcus said and pressed a last kiss to the underside of her breast. Joan whimpered in protest as Marcus slid further down her body. Thinking he meant to leave, she rose up and reached for him. ‘No,’ Marcus growled, surprised at the gravelly sound of his own voice. ‘Stay there,’ he ordered. To ensure that she obeyed, Marcus pressed his palm to the flat plane of her belly and pressed her.