You have dinner waiting for your husband and you please him in the bedroom. I liked doing all of those things. My sex life wasn’t the greatest thing... My husband and I had sex every day, except, he’s only interested in himself. We have a very vanilla sex life. I’ve always wanted to experiment with sex, however, my husband doesn’t know how to please a woman. I have faked all my orgasms over the years.I was tired of him just giving me a few kisses, holding my breasts, tasting my pussy for like a. Henry finally snapped out of his daydreaming just long enough to squeak out a response to her query: "No, Mom, I mean, Miss Humper. I'm fine."But Hilda was not done yet. "Are you sure? Let me feel your forehead," she said, pressing the back of her hand gently below his hairline and simultaneously bending over at the waist, lowering her chest point-blank into Henry's field of vision.Hilda's younger c***d was now faced with a front row view of Hilda's endless acres of boobflesh, which were. I took her hand and placed it on her pussy, rubbing the area, and then started to unbuttoning her blouse. Her eyes were closed as I stuck my hand in and massaged her right breast under a cheap padded bra. I ran my fingers inside and felt a tiny nipple budding up tightly. I could feel her excitement and felt her pussy massaging become harder but slower. I pulled her bra strap off her shoulder, still pretty tight against her fat arm, and peeled the bra cup off her flat, flabby breast. Then I. A. with me, and he’s pushing you into the arms of two other guys? Don’t you ever wonder?”There was a long silence, I guess Jill thinking about the question Chris had posed, the silence only broken by Jill’s long sigh before she finally spoke.“Yeah, of course sometimes I do. I mean, it’s obvious what’s in it for me. An endless conveyor belt of hunky guys to bed me and fuck me with their big cocks, with an occasional romantic interest thrown in for good measure,” she added, looking across at.