I just looked at her. Once again she drank. So did I. “I know that honey. It just shows he’s got desire, passion, and a plan for his future and ma...be someone else with him.” “She drank again.“He needs to have an artistic side. Not that he needs to be a prodigy in music or paint, but he needs to be creative enough to be spontaneous and able to surprise you.” She drank.“He needs to be well fit. Not that he needs to be sexy buff but so he can be strong when you’re not. He needs to be strong enough. "I'll give you something warm" He pulled her closer to him. Without hesitation she leaned backward into him until her back was touching his bare chest. His skin was cold on contact but it began to warm up immediately. She moaned as she closed her eyes and tried to fidget in his lap.Jon let go of her hair and wrist and instead wrapped his arms around her waist. His hands found the triangle of her crotch and traveled down until they touched the lips of her cunt, particularly her clit. She gasped. When I finally sat down, I was exhausted and thank God there was a coffee pot with fresh coffee. Well, at least it smelled like coffee. The taste left something to be desired but I needed the pick me up. I stood up and took my jacket off. Preacher almost jumped out of his chair when he saw the vest and the two bullets still stuck in it."What the hell happened, Harry? Man, whoever shot you sure meant business!" Just help me get this thing off before I go home will you? I am too sore to lift my. He would also hold my wife’s hairs and bunch them up. This continued for a while then Rahul lied down and my wife climbed on top and fucked. They fucked like new lovers. I slept again and whenever I opened my eyes they were fucking. The session was going on as a never-ending process. It was 7 o’clock in the morning, when I started moving giving them a signal to stop now. But still they were fucking crazily and after about 15 minutes Rahul came again and they kissed one last time and dressed up..