Upon returning home, she went to the kitchen and made herself breakfast. She spent some time making breakfast. As this was one of the few times where ...he could enjoy herself. She had a cheese omelet, with two slices of bacon, with a glass of milk, and then finish the meal with a glass of iced tea. She cleaned up the kitchen and made her way upstairs to her bedroom.She swept off her jogging clothes and threw them into the laundry basket. She then got into the shower and washed the sweat off of. We went back to my room and I told him to take his T shirt off; his back was soft and lightly tanned, not fat but well covered. Locating the trouble, I got him to lay face down, and his arse looked so cute in the jogging bottoms he was wearing. As I worked on his back, we chatted about college and home stuff. I asked him if he have a girlfriend and that made him giggle a little; apparently he knew lots of girls but had no girlfriend. Then I steered the conversation to sex; no he didn't have. The drive to his house seemed to take forever. I couldn't wait to getinside so I could relax. "Do you want anything to drink?" Jeff offered."Something strong and keep them coming!" I replied. He laughed andsuggested a Gin and Tonic. It was just what I needed and it started tocalm my nerves. Jeff invited me into the dining room and I noticed thetable was set for two. There were also candles and some simple flowersin a vase. I could also smell something Italian cooking in the kitchen.I was. Then she licked and sucked at her lips, and ran her tongue around her teeth to clear my sticky cum away. I lifted her back to her feet by her shoulders, then kissed her deeply. I could taste my pungent, earthy cum on her lips and tongue, and the thought of it, more than anything, drove me wild: my wife just swallowed my come. I lowered Melissa gently to the four-poster bed a few steps away. She scooted back until she was leaning against the headboard. I crawled onto the bed, moving up between.