But even with full schedules, our ‘baby-making’ practice remained hot, heavy, and often. We were up to two or more times a day.It’s hard to expl...in how much we loved each other. Most people don’t have a spouse that was their lifemate from the time they were toddlers. I knew marriage was the binding of two into one, but Beth and I grew up that way. Have you ever seen two trees planted so close together that they became one as they grew? That was as close to an accurate description as I could. ‘Baby ‘……gently I lick my lips as I lift my my right breast and kiss my nipple…. What is it about this man….I kiss my nipple ever so gently remembering how his lips felt…… I run my tongue over it at the same time my finger goes over my clit inhaling deeply the scent that is him…… What is it about this man…. Mmmmmmm…..why can’t I answer this question…..i begin to roll my nipples between my to fingers now…. Legs are wide open as if I am asking for him to come walking through the door and catch. We kept this pace for a good while, until I pushed her away and flipped her over, so that I could take in the scenery. I stroked my cock gleefully then stared at her wondrous ass with delight. I moved towards it, and grabbed her right breast as she positioned to receive all of me from behind. I spit on her asshole, and smoothly slid into her bum with my heat. As I stroked slowly, I spread her cheeks to reveal her cock filled ass. She moaned deeply as I continued to pump her from behind. . She had the sweetest of faces framed by her shoulder length curly black hair. Camille was beautiful - her beauty radiated when she smiled and laughed.I'm Grant and I'm 35 years of age divorced with an 18 year old daughter Sandy.Sandy was a bitch - just like her mother and my ex-wife Jenny. Camille had been the victim of Sandy's bitchiness, and that was what had thrown us together that night. Sandy implored Camille to come to my house to meet her. Camille got caught in a downpour as she walked.