The kitchen glistened in the moonlight, the tiles cool against my tired feet.With a face like thunder, I heard his key in the lock and sighed deeply. ...e likes me to be the trophy wife, dinner on the table when he walks in with a big smile on my face. He likes to think I worship him. Naked, my wet hair clung to my breast as I turned to greet him with the wicked smile he loves so much. 'You need to get rained on more often if this is what I come home to!' he grinned, his natural charm radiating. They go on this way for almost a half hour until both of their passions are at that critical peak and need to be released. Both screaming out together they cum. Oh, how they cum.They drop, Donald on Emma’s back as she milks the final drops of his cum into her. Both breathing so deeply. It takes over a quarter of an hour until they can semi-roll apart. This is one more breathtaking moment between them. One of how many already? Each better and more unique than the last.When they have. She stepped back expecting me to realize that. All I realized was, she is trying to stop me and I shouldn’t stop. I caught her face, imposed my lips onto her and started kneading her boobs. I pushed her t-shirt up and tried to take it out, which is when she tried to free herself from me and yelled- “Stop it. Let me go.” I threw her on the couch and such was the impact that it took her a few seconds to recover. In that time I took off her t-shirt and jumped over her, began biting and licking her. Thank the stars for the weekend and Marla.She had called during the afternoon to say she would be late. Her job wasas demanding as mine, but she was vastly more satisfied with it. Also,honesty compelled me to admit that she was also vastly more diplomaticthan I and could bend without losing her self-respect.Arriving home shortly after five, I shed my suit coat, loosened my tie,and sat on the still-sunny deck with a relaxing rum-and-tonic. The sightand sound of the Gulf still had the power to.