"Rubbing my eyes I said, "No, nothing's wrong. Do what you have to do."I trailed Ron upstairs but took a detour to Mike's room. Peeking in, I saw the ...essed up bed and his clothes on the floor where he left them. Then my eyes opened wide. I ran into the room and grabbed my robe, throwing it under Mike's bed. And then it hit me -- my son hadn't come home. Sulking, I went to my bedroom and plopped onto the bed, physically tired and emotionally drained. I watched in silence as my husband put on a. She covered her boobs crossly with both her hands, but her dot navel was seen.She was in shock. She’d been advised by her mother that her husband may hug and kiss her. That she must not get scared but encourage him to do so. And that he may ask her to remove her clothes… even her undergarments. And may kiss her there.But, she didn’t expect him to pull off her saree. He did. And threw it on the sofa. Then lifted her in his strong arms. She looked like a baby on his lap as she held on to his. She could feel his tongue moving inside her. A soft mewling began in the back of Lizzie’s throat that turned into a full blown groan as John licked the entire length of her slit, flicking her clit at the end. Lizzie’s back arched as John sucked her clit into his mouth and slid two fingers into her wet pussy. As his tongue flicked over her clit, his fingers found that spot that nobody else had. Lizzie screamed out John’s name as he worked her through an earth-shattering orgasm. That was the. David grabbed hold of my waste. He had such strong hands and I loved it. My pussy squeezed his dick every time I went up. David leaned forward and reached his hand up my shirt. His strong hand grabbed my left boob. He didn’t go under the bra. He just grabbed and rubbed my breast. It felt so good to have his hands all over me. Eventually he pulled the bra up and off my breast. It hung there under my shirt, useless. His fingers pinched down on my nipple. I kept sliding his cock in and out of my.