. and then some. My mother is in a quandary, she wants grand-children and that means, in her mind, I have to be married, not living with someone. I ha...e to have a wife, not a significant other or some other euphemism for a shack up of some kind. You talk about your parents being old fashioned and conservative, well mine may be from New York which is a lot more liberal than Kansas but they are older than yours and probably even more old fashioned and conservative than yours are, at least on this. I then wiggled my ass against his dick. Though it was already hard, I could feel it getting harder, and myself more wet.I finally turned around to see who I had been grinding with, and it was this tall, handsome, muscular guy dressed as a police officer. I ran my hands through his hair and his hands moved to my ass, squeezing it. I pulled his head down, and we started to make out. People we still dancing and grinding around us, but I started to rub his dick from the outside of his pants. He. A short time later he returned with a large throw pillow, he bent down under the horse, pushed a little hay against the wall and propped the pillow against the hay and concrete block wall.“Res agin that missy.”Shannon scooted around and put her back to the wall and leaned against the pillow. Joe pushed on Buck’s flank and shoved him closer to the wall. Now the horse was parallel to the wall and my wife facing ninety degrees to that dangling mushroom headed prick. I thought this isn’t going to. Instead, she worked the head of my cock up and down between her firm ass cheeks. She was teasing me for sure. In the ten years we’ve been together, Cindy had not been receptive to trying anal intercourse. We did have some ass play a few times, but nothing more than a little external stimulation and digital penetration on each other.My pre-cum was plentiful and, conveniently, a good lube. Cindy continued to stroke my cock while rubbing my head up and down between her ass cheeks. She started.