Mom had problems with Cory and Emma wearing her clothes.Now she has that problem with me, I thought darkly.I wasn't done. The heels I wanted waived ga...ly from the floor and I carried them to Mom's bed, sat on the edge, and carefully slipped them on. Tight, but not cramp-inducing, I thought. I tried standing up, and laughed."Walk on your toes," my future wife suggested. I glanced over, not starting so badly this time."Who are you really?" I said. She wasn't just the girl from the video."Who do. Yes… She’s cumming on my cock –hard. Her voice tells me so. So does her pussy as it rigidly clamps on me and I feel her grow dramatically wetter. It’s like her body is just as intent as her voice in making me aware of her pleasure. I wouldn’t even have to cum to be satisfied right now.After a few more seconds of her obvious enjoyment, she looks back at me, grins, and says “Not there. Fuck my ass. Do it now.”I say nothing. As I pull out of her I feel her quivering around me and closing. "Are you Ok?" Mark found himself staring into a gorgeous pair of sky blue eyes. He stood there, unable to speak. It was like every masturbation fantasy he had ever had, rolled into one magnificent woman."Hello?" The enchanting pale pink lips opened to speak, and Mark realized that he was staring, and rather embarrassingly at that."Uh, yeah..." he stammered, trying to slow the rush of blood to his crotch. He tried to think of some witty line, when all he could think of was how much he'd like to. Her husband didn’t slow down for a moment and he just grunted when she pulled my head up to address her wet snatch and I could smell the scent of recent sex and a whole lot of male spunk inside.I have to admit it really didn’t bother me that much but I felt certain it wasn’t the husband’s sticky business because he was carrying a load ready to deposit in my snatch sooner rather than later.She leaned forward and kissed her husband full on the lips in the French style with their tongues locked in.