I turned her around and pushed her over at the waist, her face and upper body resting against the foyer wall. My hands went to her denim covered ass a...d began to squeeze. My fingers were facing down, my palms out as I squeezed and caressed this perfect apple ass that was now all mine. I brought my right hand back and then smacked it down on her firm ass and she again squealed in delight. I pushed forward with my crotch and started dry humping her. I would then stop and repeat the smack on the. Papa was the St. Bernard next door, who had managed to jump the fence and find true love. I looked at my wife and remarked, “This thing is going to grow up bigger than you and me! Combined!”“She’s going to end up in the bed and we’re going to be in the doghouse!” Marilyn replied. Our daughters thought this was a great idea!After our trip to the heartland, Marilyn and the girls flew home with Stormy, and I headed to Florida in a leased 737, which we had to travel to Oklahoma City to catch. The. Maybe because she'd quickly downed her second beer which softened her inhibitions, she openly patted my swollen rod, regardless or because of, Glenn and the others around us, saying "Down boy."I decided to return the favor, knowing that she often fantasized about being helplessly stripped or exposed in public out of her control. I slipped my hand under Safa's shorts and panty onto the warm flesh of her ass as I noted her turgid, pointy nipples and shallow panting increase. She made no attempt. Now,’ holding up the sander for emphasis, ‘I’ve got to clean up my mess before I can start over.’ ‘Husband?’ he asked, looking at her hand holding the sanding block. ‘Past tense. I lost him in a car wreck three years ago.’ ‘I’m so sorry.’ ‘It’s been tough, but I’m getting past it. You never forget, but time does dull the pain.’ Switching gears, he said ‘Let me guess—you tried to match using the color printed on the label, right?’ Feeling dumb, Paula admitted her mistake. ‘Don’t feel bad—I’ve.