This threatening behaviour made me look at my wifein a whole different way. When I married her she was beautiful and everso gentle. She was a fierce m...nster now compared to what she was. Itwas almost as if Gemma had given her pills to make her more like her.When I'd finished day-dreaming for the millionth time about Gemmastanding before me with a whip demanding I kiss her stiletto heeledboots, I noticed that Lorraine had gone to the door. The postman stoodon the doorstep with a parcel she had. The boy was walking hunched over as he tried unsuccessfully to ward off the biting cold winter winds—his bare hands were stuffed deep into the pockets of his threadbare coat.Suffering from a bad cold, the boy stopped and pulled out a wrinkled, wadded up handkerchief from his pocket. After quickly blowing his nose, he rubbed his bare hands together for a moment trying to warm them, before thrusting them back into his coat pockets. Then leaning into the wintry wind, he continued on his way to. Oh, well, the Hawthorn fans were certain that they would win the second half, so they were not really worried. The only worried folks were those who had a bet on a high spread.After the marching bands had done their thing, the two teams came out onto the playing field and got down to the serious business at hand. This was the first time that Ashford had gotten to the second round of the Championship series, and they were pumped up for an upset. Unfortunately, this time the gods of football. I can feel her heat right down to the ball of my foot; half of it seems to be fucking her. I've never done anything quite like this before. I've frigged and licked and fondled and scissored, but nothing this kinky. I fucking love it.I can smell her pussy, her arousal, I can smell myself. We're perfuming the warm air with sex. I pull out one of my tits too; my nipple is tingling like mad. It's great having both hands free to pleasure myself. I go faster, and feel my foot slide a bit deeper. Her.