" Really? You promise?" Yes mom." Thank you baby!" and she crushed me with all her might, her boobs mashed against my chest, her lips kissing my neck....he first three months with Sarah were a bliss. We couldn't stop having sex. The first argument we had was when she told me she had a new opportunity 300 miles away. We had a fight and then we made up with lot of sex. I knew it was the right thing to do and we moved in January. My mother didn't say anything but she helped us pack and every now and. Chastened, Jane handed the phone back to Stan, who opened the door of the rolls and she gratefully sank into it's upholstery. Minutes later the car whisked them through the traffic and with a start she realised they were on the M4 and heading West."Stan, this isn't the way to Manchester!" she protested."Miss, my orders were to take you home, which if I am not mistaken is Bristol?"She nodded mutely and knew she was past caring. A sound distracted her and it took her a minute to recognise the. “Hey, second husband, you left a message, so being the dutiful wife, I thought I’d call to tell you that I love you, and to ask when you’d be home?” she said.“Well, wife of five days, I should be home in an hour, do you want me to bring home anything from the market?” I said.“Mom asked dad that so many times, didn’t she Davey?” she said.“Yes, she did a lot – I’ll bring home some food for lunch, OK?” I replied.“Sounds good, already providing your wife with sustenance, see ya?”“See ya, Lizzie,” I. As I entered my room, I felt a strong urge on my body.I wanted to feel what that girl inside the bathroom was feeling. I wanted to feel a dick inside me. I wanted someone to fuck me like a whore. Thinking all that, I was completely wet. I could feel my pussy throbbing with excitement.I didn’t waste any time and took off all my clothes. I took a small mirror down to my pussy and watched it closely. It was all hairy, and all the hair was wet with my juice. I pushed two fingers between my labia.