‘Don’t stop! Fuck me harder!’ He sunk lower into the car seat, and pulled her down with him. Her hands clenched the top of the seat and she lean...d over him, her tits jiggling just above his face. Her eyes were closed, as she rolled with each pleasure filled thrust. Fast but deep he rammed his rod into her, watching her breasts keep their rhythm. His palms gripped her hips as he plunged his final stabs into her, his hips raised and off the seat. ‘Unnnnhhh!’ he groaned. He knew she wasn’t quite. I feel profoundly lucky to call her my wife, and I'm happy to say that we are deeply in love.I do tend to work some long hours, and tonight I was arriving home to the smell of some home cooking."Hey baby," I kissed Stacey on the cheek as I entered the kitchen.My wife isn't the type to cook dinner every night of the week, but when she does it's usually a home run. Tonight she was sporting a sexy little home dress underneath her apron - a glass of red wine was in her left hand as she stirred up. Later on as Anju was setting up the table for breakfast, she saw her son Ajay come down the stairs dressed up in school uniform which surprised her. She was surprised to see him already dressed up and she had no idea what made him do it. Ajay had hurried up as he felt it would give him more time to be with his mother and he wanted to be near her as much of the time as possible.When he came down, though he felt it was wrong to look at his mother's body, his eyes took to the dress she was. In fact on the day we first came instead of sorting of things out once we had everything from the car, we just got straight to business. He took a bag out of my hands threw it across the room, pushed me against the wall and had me right there and then before we moved onto the bed. That was late at night. The following morning I woke him by stroking his already hardening cock and I wasted no time in getting under the covers and taking him in my mouth when his eyes opened (barely!). We had sex a.