Over the past 15 years, we've gone through a lot together. A couple of career changes for each of us, buying our first house, having two wonderful kid..., our fair share of arguments, and much more has been shared between us. I'd like to do something special for her to celebrate this 15th milestone and think I've come up with just the surprise. Sandy and I have discussed a few sexual fantasies of ours over the years. Usually, it's nothing crazy. However, there is one that stands out for each of. Leaning forward gymnastically, her brunette locks spreading like tentacles and her lips found Matthew's. They butterfly kissed before opening wide to suck at one another's tongues. Finding reserves of energy, Matthew pumped from the buttocks, using the bed springs for leverage, his cock slamming deep into tight wet cunt. He pumped furiously, the slap of flesh on flesh drowning out Amy's little whimpers of desire.As Meg lifted her backside, the thick juice laden cock plopped out of the snug. .. end your old life. Everything you knew, everything you had, it all has to go. Friends, family, everyone. You have to do what I had to do. Kill yourself… but live through it.”That was it. Dam-busters time. The tears rolled before I knew what hit me, and in less than the time it took for a room to get dark after a burnt-out light bulb, I was bawling. Full-on, soul-clearing crying. Crying so hard that your stomach hurts, your nose runs, and you cough. Van did something that at the time I. She was a size 30 waist and lean legs. She didn’t exercise a lot, but enough to keep in shape. Her tan skin gleamed as she was hair free, one of the privileges of having a husband that could afford nice things. So that meant she was bare between the legs so her tight thong rubbed across her aroused lips and felt really good. She pulled her long, wavy black hair into a bun on top of her head so she could lean her head back against the couch. She started to touch her body, her hands caressing.