Analyzing every single line and indention and kissing them lightly. I stare deep into your eyes pulling you close to me, I kiss you on your cheek and ...hisper “Daddy, I want you to fuck me till you cum deep inside of me.” I glide my hand down your chest and clutch your thick, juicy tool. I kiss you on your cheek again and wait for you to kiss my lips then we passionately kiss and kiss while you play with my hair, moving them out of my face and kissing my forehead.I playfully blow little. Dimitri continued his assault on my wife's pussy; it was now that Kay started to arch her back. She had two men giving her what she wanted and not having to feel the guilt of cheating on me as she lost all her composure, her back rose again off the bed and she came like never before, her juices escaping from her pussy all over Dimitri's cock. This sent him over the top and he started to really go deep and fast, he was virtually on tip toes to go as deep as possible when Kay grabbed him and. Robert, known as Bob, and Margaret had always been friends but nothing more. Repairing her bike was just one of the things I could do for her, and she could do things for me like helping with the house decoration. She was better at painting than I am.As I put the empty mug down Margaret hugged and kissed me, a proper kiss, unlike the friendly peck on the cheek that had been the greatest acknowledgement she had given me – until now. That was a shock.It took me a couple of days to realise how. Sometimes she would let him dress while they were having sex, but most of the time she didn't, but he didn't really care because she let him wear panties all the time and wear nightgowns whenever felt the urge to. And on those rare occasions she would even let him wear a bra to bed. She could tell that when he was stressed, that wearing these items made him relax she didn't know why but as long as they were both happy what did it matter.A couple years after the k**s left the house, the happy.