The dress and the nightee were actually quite similar to each other: both were backless, both were tight. The dress was slightly lower cut in back and...slightly looser up top, it was also black velvet or some such material. The nightee was sheer stretchy stuff.At another shop, that was just this side of a sex shop, I bought her a micro mini that was tight as hell and maybe seven or eight inches wide. It barely covered her pussy from top to bottom. She couldn't hope to bend over at all and keep. The air inside the kitchen is full of sexual energy. Even though the almost daily greeting has become some sort of ritual for them, it has lost nothing of its intensity. Usually they don't even speak before they rest on the kitchen floor, after they fucked like animals. Right now Danny realizes that he can't last much longer in the surprisingly tight cunt of his mother. So he lets his hands slide from her firm ass to the front. Under the apron he cups his mother's tits and rubs over her hard. But, we do need to talk." Uh, oh. Famous last words. Let's go get comfortable." Mark placed his arm around Trisha's shoulders as they went to the sofa. He didn't lose contact when they sat down, and proceeded to pull her close to him.When she pulled out of his embrace, he got worried."I need to tell you something and I'll understand if you're mad; or if you hate me afterwards." I could NEVER hate you, Sweet!" Mark interjected, not being able to imagine what she could tell him that would cause. For this, I hate myself.You see, Chris is a great father to Ashly our two year old boy. He is also a brilliant son-in-law as my parents love him. I love his charm too.Also, I'm grateful to Chris for his open mindedness. I'm Hindu and he takes part in all my rituals.Sadly, until recently I thought he was the best husband I could wish for.Since the fallout, Chris has bought me flowers, chocolate and a new car. He has wrote me poems, planned a holiday to India and planted a commitment tree in the.