My left hand was massaging her right boob while my mouth was assaulting her left boob. They kept on taking pleasantries as I kept on sucking his wife�...�s boobs right on my bed. She was also enjoying all this for with her left hand she kept playing with my hairs. After I was fully satisfied with her boobs , got up , her boobs both glistened with my saliva and was red and marked by teeth and love bites.As they were still on the phone , I positioned my cock in her pussy lips and pushed, it was. .. does MikeWinchester live here?"I nodded. "Yes, that's my husband but he's at work," I said, wondering ifI should close the door."Oh well you may be able to help me. I'm Jack and Mike was best friendswith my older brother back in the day." Jack held out a crumbled photoand I leaned in to look.I saw what looked like a younger Mike, clearly from before we met. Helooked to be in his late teens or early twenties. He was on the left andanother blonde-haired man of around the same age stood to the. I lifted the robe and threw it over her head, exposing now her bare rear to my contemplation and delight. I let my hands run swiftly over her cheeks, legs, and back, and then began to caress her cheeks as if kneading dough for making bread. I loved to see the blushing tone of her soft skin when I let go. I enjoyed watching the prints my fingers disappear as if they were going into her skin to caress her inside. She was hanging on the side of the furniture, but its size made her position stable. I was going to dress and go with her but she shook her head. "Bread," she whispered.We went down to the kitchen and Rhonda grabbed her paper bundle. They'd been delivering them to our house all summer. I started mixing the ingredients for my bread while she snapped rubber bands around the papers for delivery. We didn't really say much. I poured her a glass of juice and she packed her news bag as I set the bread dough up to rise for the first time."Are you sure you don't want me to ride with.