Filling me in one thrust and lay my head down flat, my mind registering he is inside me. Bracing my hands for it, as he's pumping into me, fucking, fu...king hard. Oh god, fucking my cunt. His chest is leaning down along my back, thrusting and I feel his breath at my ear. This stream of words, "I've wanted you so bad, you feel so good. You don't know what you do to me." His low rumbling chest, the vibration is amazing. The way his body feels. All I can do is whimper. "Oh. God. Nicky. Cum in me.. Again a very big deal because my wife was so very conscious of how her breast look. I don’t know why I think they are beautiful. After 4 years of breastfeeding they went from a firm 34 Cs to 38 Cs but instead of firm they went like 2 white tube socks.The extra 2” came from just her breast stretching out. Her areola was the same size as her tubes were and her nipple about ⅔ of that. Those mammary glands sure did put a hurting on her once firm breasts. I did manage to squeeze some milk out of. It had shattered her.They had enjoyed fourteen wonderful years together, but far too short when they had planned for a lifetime. The only blessing had been they were childless. She was barren due to complications with endometriosis as an early teenager. They had given her a partial hysterectomy. The scar still pained her. She recalled what George had said to her in their last year at UBC.“That doesn’t matter, Nancy. We don’t need children. Besides, it just means we get to spend more time. "Seen through the eyes of love," Helen inserted. "Do you have a picture with you?" What she looks like doesn't make any difference," Jeff interjected. "Joyce can't abandon someone she loves."The women looked at him as if he were mentally challenged. "We know that Diana said. But we want to see what our future sister-wife looks like." But she might not even like me," Jeff tried to get out."Oh, yeah, sure," Melissa said."You could always unzip your pants," Jennie said. "She would follow you home,.