If playing with her bröther’s balls was what it took to make her happy with me, that’s what I would do. Not only would I do it, but I would try ...o find what enjoyment I could despite never having considered myself the least bit gay.“Oh, yeah,” Chet moaned.“You like that, little bröther?”“Your husband’s hands are soft like a woman’s.” He continued humping my wife, talking about me like I couldn’t hear him – or, more likely, not caring that I could. “You know what would feel really good?” . She didn't know how to feel about it. She knew that it was a very stupid thing and she should not have let in went that far. But one thing was certain though: She enjoyed every moment of it. She couldn't deny that she was felt incredibly satisfied and pleased by it. She could still feel where Darrion was, just hours ago. She could feel and remember the fierce passion that she felt last night. From his fiery kisses to his glorious manhood, she could not get Darrion off her mind. That was one of. It was her dainty hands and feet that first struck him as so utterly and delicately exquisite, with their rose pink nails and almost painful fragility. Her whole being seemed so frail that he felt an overpowering need to protect her from harm, although she had contrived to climb the wall up to his room and open the window - hardly the actions of a helpless and feeble woman!She directed a lovely half sad smile at Jeremy and spoke to him in a voice that made him go weak at the knees. Her words. By the grin spreading across my face he is quite certain though that I enjoy it as much as he and he pumps his hips up off the couch his cock swelling, filling me completely spreading her to near-splitting his balls jerk and dance in their sack as their jism rumbles franticly surging the length of his shaft spewing out the tip of his prick sloshing wetly against the entrance of my mature womb dribbling out around his softening prick...he humps more slowly, more gently, still hugging me against.