"He's buried under the mud!" he thought to himself.Adam's thinking narrowed and he was able to come up with a plan immediately. He was responding to d...nger by becoming more focused, clearer in what he had to do. He stood up and grabbed his dead birds before hurling them down onto the floor of the plains below. Without any hesitation he swung his legs over the edge and began to slide down the mud on his butt. His friend needed him!Adam's momentum broke more soil free and belatedly he realised he. But that was okay, because in the end we both knew that I was head of the household, and she was my woman. Yes, I know, that makes me sound like a neanderthal, but we were and are both comfortable with my position of being in charge.But I am getting ahead of myself. This is the story of how over the last two years the spark came back into our bedroom and how I was able to maintain my relationship with my wife, Emily.So far after three years, we were falling into two patterns. The first pattern. ’ ‘Once we got back in the corner I turned him so his back was to the rest of the place and I stood so he was blocking anyone from seeing my next move. I quickly raised the tube top to expose my tits and then reached forward a grabbed his crotch.’ ‘You can touch them if you want.’ ‘He was actually starting to drool as he raised his hands to cup each breast. I have to admit, I was starting to get a little worked up. Here I was in my old hangout, going further than I had with anyone else I had. She fingered herself with her free hand. I was about to cum when she removed her finger from her pussy and slid it up my asshole. That put me over the edge. I grabbed her head and bucked my hips, cuming in thick spurts for what seemed like minutes.My mom came up gagging with white goo dribbling out of her mouth and onto her tits. She looked beautiful. "That was a lot of fucking cum!" she said.It was her turn and we both knew it . She laid on the floor and spread her legs. I stared at my.