It was obvious that the Chief's wife had made love with her husband during the night. Could she bear to look her lover in the face?"Good morning," Pta...migan said sweetly before Ivory could take the opportunity to slip away unnoticed. "Did you sleep well?" Not at all," Ivory admitted. "All night I was thinking about you and the Chief." The Chief is my husband," said Ptarmigan."Did you make love together?" He tried to," Ptarmigan confessed. "He wasn't very successful. My husband is very ill." And. I looked around the spacious room. It was immaculate, like something from Architectural Digest. From down the hallway, Heather called out, “Hold on, I almost have it.” I looked out the large bay windows into the back yard. The pool water glistened in the afternoon sun. A few seconds later Heather reemerged into the living room. Instead of her casual attire, she wore a very skimpy and sexy outfit, consisting of a purple push-up bra, a tiny, very tiny, purple g-string and nothing else. “Now,”. And somehow it comforted me, to smell him, even if it was just his clothes, around me. The shirt was too big, but I did not care. I missed him, his touch, the way he used to fuck me.He had been there, in the hospital. He had held my hand, as the doctor had told me about my injuries, the things they had done, to safe my life. We would never have kids; the scars would last a lifetime. Just one day later, David had asked me to marry him. Happy, and more of a bit scared, I had said yes. Soon after. Her pussy tightened around my cock as my hairy balls rested against her clit. I was squeezing her tits, smacking her ass, pulling her hair, just completely having my way with her and she seemed to love it.Her cunt was getting so wet that I slipped right out of her. I went to get right back in but in a flash, Carol had turned around and gotten on her knees on the floor. Now I found myself fucking her mouth, while she was digging her nails into my ass to keep me from stopping. With my balls.