The feeling of my pink lips shutting it inside was a feeling I would never tire of feeling. I always loved how my wet core slathered the egg-shaped sm...oth piece of polished wood inside my pink hole. It always allowed me to move my body over it in rhythmic motions that brought out feelings of sexual bliss. I never needed anything with ridges to get off. As long as something hard was deep inside me, I always made it work. Once I started to move my body up and down over the bedpost, I could feel. She picked out the wedding bands and I was quite happy with simple gold bands for both of us.The jeweler promised them ready for Friday, and that timing was perfect. I had suggested to Tish that we travel to Spokane to see her parents. I had it in mind to ask for their daughter's hand in marriage, even though their approval wasn't going to change our plans. It seemed like a small courtesy.I was more worried about trying to explain the fact that Tish was still legally married to butt-head and. He hissed as he leaned back against the tub. She knew she had one more area left and had to get to it. She re-soaped the cloth and ran it down his chest to his impressive manhood and rubbed the cloth up and down to his balls making sure they were clean. He groaned as she stroked his straining cock and his aching balls. Before she pulled back and dropped the cloth back in the bucket before tugging up another bucket of hot water and poured it over his head washing out the soap and down and over. Working for one of the big firms, he had worked his way up through the ranks to manager. At one time, he was key holder to many of the banks within the radius of the M25 motorway. As soon as a banks alarm had been activated, it was his job to drive to the bank, check that the doors and the vaults were secure, and then reset the alarms. Reminiscing, he remembers one night responding to an alarm call. Picking up the keys for the bank, a torch and a radio, he jumps into the Fiat Brava and heads.