And a happy wife gives a happy life.To celebrate we went to the store, bought some god french wine and goose liver. Ate well and jumped into bed.And, ...s said, a happy wife gives a happy life....and then I felt your little hand slid down my stomach....it was cold and I got a chill feeling as you grabben my soft dick...you looked at me, and played with it....smiled as it grew hard as wood...I closed my eyes.You moved, and I felt your warm breath in my ear, and your hand playing....Tell me a. You can hardly feel anything from it, and without additional stimulation it was not very exciting, but the sight was just too hot, and made me incredibly wet. Tessa seemed to feel the same and the thought of or snatch juices intermingling turned me on even more.Suddenly I felt her fingers against my pubic hair, looking for my clit and starting to rub. She smiled at me and I reached between her legs in turn, and caressed her labia with my fingers, until I inserted one inside her. She moaned. We. She closed her eyes with anticipation of what was to follow. With a gentle push, his head sank in…it was indeed tight.“Uff!”, she screamed softly.“Are you alright?”, he asked with care stroking her head. She said nothing but frowned a bit.“Stop me if it gets too unbearable Amanda.”, he continued. She disagreed and told him to resume.Gently, he began thrusting back and forth only to the length of his penis head, all the while kissing her lips and cheeks to comfort her and she enjoyed his. My wife was away and Lisa was alone. She pulled into the garage and I closed and locked the doors behind her. She got out from the driver’s seat and then climbed onto the middle seat of her van which resembled a single bed, especially when compared to the cramped seat of my compact car. She sat on the edge of the seat with her legs hanging out the cargo door and I stood between her legs and took her in my arms.We started to kiss and to suck each other’s tongues as we brought our bodies.