She had recently started dating a new guy and he didn’t really understand the friendship we had. “He’s out of town. He thinks I’m going up th...re with my sister,” she told me. “Okay, I’ll run you up there. But you have to promise not to tease me,” I warned. “Well, I’ll try and hold myself back,” she responded with a laugh, “pick me up at 8?” “Sure,” I told her, “it’s going to be hot, so dress comfortable.” “Oh, don’t worry about me, I’ll be comfortable,” she replied. The next morning I pulled. Right at the door, the sounds were a little clearer. It was moaning, not sobbing. I quietly opened the door just a crack, and was shocked to see my wife spread eagled on the bed furiously rubbing her clit. I crept quietly to the bed and because she was noisily rubbing her pussy and had her eyes closed, she didn’t know I was there. I moved quickly to bury my face into her gaping pussy, and when she opened her eyes, she grabbed my ears and forced my face deep into her. I tongued her with every. I never felt so good before. She did this a few times. Then she started to stroke my dick in her palms. Her touch made me mad and her stroking set my body on fire.The soft strokes by her oiled fingers on my dick set my pulse racing, sending me in an entirely new world of pleasure. Gently in a few smooth stokes, she peeled the skin of my dick to the lowest. I moaned in pleasure, “ Ahhh, maami.” What a sensation it was.She smiled and again did the same. I almost screamed. She looked at my face. Why is it important to you to have us ride this way?" Kenny, I've explained my actions to you as much as I'm going to. Do you wish to play, or don't you?" No, I guess I don't. I don't like having people decide things like this for me." I turned back, walking over to the cart in order to put my driver back into my golf bag. In almost two months of my living with her, this was the first time that Mrs. Parsons was showing any anger at me."Kenny, think carefully before deciding to oppose me this.