I looked back at my wife. Her lips were parted and pudgy man's hand was still rubbing gently up and down her sculpted thigh. She still hadn't batted i... away.I looked back at the film. The action was hotting up as the gang leader pulled the wife down into the tall grass with him. He kissed her. Smiling sweetly she didn't resist. He groped her breasts for a while then took off her top. They started to make out, with him sliding his hand under her skirt. He started to rub up and down, simulating. " Do you want to come to work helping your dad with the grocery deliveries, Richard?" I asked him the question, and then watched him standing there, staring back at me. He liked me even less than I liked him. I watched Walt give him an elbow to the arm, attempting to prompt him into answering my question."I'm supposed to act all polite around you, Parsons. Kiss your ass like a good dog, and maybe hope you'll throw me that job as a reward for my good behavior or something. I told my father I. She grasped my breasts. She squeezed and massaged them. I shuddered as she held them tight. She dug her fingers into them.Pleasure rippled down from my heavy breasts held her massaging grasp to my pussy. My cunt drank it in while squeezing around her girl-dick. The silky friction generated by her plunging cock warmed my ovaries. My futa-cock ached, precum dripping from the tip.“Oh, yes, drive that cock hard into me!” I moaned. “Goddess, you can fuck me harder. We play football! I can take. “I thought Tommy was calling Grant, not you,” she said through gritted teeth. “Why?” “I said… ah… ouch… call Daddy.” “Are you all right?” asked Zane. “I’ve got the kids loaded sweetie,” said a woman’s voice in the background. “Let’s go hon.” “Are you coming?” asked Bella. “Yes, I’ll meet you there,” said Zane. Bella ended her call as her mother helped her into the van. “Who was that?” her mother asked. “Uncle Zane,” said Tommy. “Why didn’t you call Daddy?” questioned Bella. “I did,” said Tommy..