I love it.” I let her know. She took her left hand, with her wedding ring on her ring finger, and placed it over my cock. She began to stroke me, a...ain, just like she had earlier, but with a different view as she sat on the edge of their bed, face to face with my cock. “I just love how much it moves,” she said, as she couldn’t take her eyes off my foreskin gliding up and down. “Danny’s dick just stays stuck in one spot. And his head is nowhere near as smooth as yours.” “I've been dreaming. "I had never heard Astrid talk like that before, but was way to excited to worry about it right then. I oiled my cock and shoved it up against her star. I still needed to push hard to get it to go in, and when I got into Astrid, she was still tight. I thought those four fingers had loosened her up. I shoved harder to get further into her. Astrid moved further along the lounge chair."Easy there, Champ," Astrid told me. "Use a little more oil and a lot less force. Slow and easy will get things. I had been waiting for you all day, and I could feel my pulse throbbing through the moist heat now. You reached out to touch me, and I smacked your hand away. “I didn’t say you could touch me. I didn’t even say you could fucking move yet. Are you going to make me tie you to that chair, or are you going to behave?” You quietly sat back in the chair and uttered “I promise I’ll be good”. I ran my fingers through your hair and said “That’s a good boy.”I opened my legs even wider and leaned back. " Feel like going to dinner with your old lady? I went to all the trouble of getting dolled up, I kind of hate to waste the effort." Sure, let me change into something a little more appropriate and we're off."With that he went into his bedroom to change. When he returned he'd exchanged his jeans and sweatshirt for a pair of tan slacks and a blazer. Marion couldn't help but think of what a good looking guy he was when he dressed up. She had no way of knowing that the feeling was mutual. Derek.