Her skirt was riding way up on her thigh and he stared at her beautiful smooth leg. He saw her look up at him and smile. He smiled back and realized...she was very aware of his staring and was probably playing with him.He continued to stare as she stood up. Her skirt dropped back but he saw now it was very short and her thighs were still visible. His eyes moved up her body past her stomach and then noticed that straining button was not straining anymore. The second button was now undone, and. "Betty, hearing a slight noise at the deck door of the salon, quickly withdrew her her hand from the front of Jesse's pants.At that moment, Betty's sister and her husband emerged on deck and sister Ellen said, "Come along, Betty, it's time we go below to our cabin for the night. It's a long voyage and you will have more opportunities to talk."Betty, with a wink and a wicked smile that only he could see, said, "Good night, Mr. Owens, maybe we can talk again tomorrow!"Jesse replied, " Yes, that. I felt the head pop just inside of her and then I felt her push back some more. Her asshole was even better than her tight pussy.I had always known about my wife’s anal desire. How could I not know after being with her for fifteen years? I liked anal sex with her but I just liked to tease her. Besides I did prefer cumming in her pussy. After all, that is how we made Ingrid.I leaned over her a little further and I cupped her small firm breasts in my hands and I plowed my cock into her.She. There is no love making but pure unadulterated FUCKING! Sometimes its bondage, feathers, ice and anything else tactile to drive her crazy. Sometimes its bondage, spanking, whipping, toys, light torture. She truly loves what he does to her body and sometimes, although her head says no, her body screams YES and because she loves him, she gives herself to him to do with as he chooses and when she does, he respects her limits. She does not like her tits and pussy whipped. She knows he likes to.