“Stop and smell the roses, that can be our secret code for making love, Sherry. Since you’re a gardener, it’s perfect.” He sniffed her face. T...en, snuffling like the Labrador she had as a child, he tickled her ear. She tipped her head to cover it, and laughed, “Stop it!” “But you’re the prettiest flower I’ve ever seen. I must sniff you,” he said, tickling the other ear with air and sound. His hands slipped further up her back and fiddled with the bra clasp. The release of elastic tension along. He saw the cracks above her head and understood. He balled his hands into fists and plunged forward.The shape rose before him so fast he had no time to stop. His head snapped to one side, and he crashed to the ground, his cheek stinging from a fresh bruise."What the fuck do you think you're doing, you little asshole?!"Richie's lower lip trembled as he looked up at the hulking form of his father, the hand which had struck him still curled into a fist. Only then did he realize that he had not. "No, but between his actions, and the fact that Becky encouraged them, I know that you are behind it," I said.He took a step closer, entering my personal space and asked in a lowered voice, "Did you enjoy it?" That's beside the point!" I protested."No, that is exactly the point," he said. "If I said something to your husband to make your life better, then you should thank me, not hit me. I may have said something, because I thought it might make all of you a little happier. I don't expect that. Lisann pulls back and caresses Mia's cheek. "Good girl." Lisann moves further onto the bed, keeping an eye on Mia to make sure she's watching as Rob climbs over next to her. Lisann lays down, forming a semi-69 with Mia, and rolls onto her back. Rob positions himself over his wife and begins jerking off...slowly at first, then with a harder pumping action. He finally shoots several wet shots of cum all over her big tits, the jism slowly trickling down them, some of it pooling between her.