He was breathing deeply. The rise and fall of his chest felt comforting and warm.She lay there, fully satisfied, while his breathing slowed to a stead... rate. She chuckled quietly. He stirred slightly in response. After a false start, she found her voice and said, “That’s the most vanilla sex we’ve ever had.”She felt his chest rumble in his responding amusement. Then he said, “My dear one, I’m afraid vanilla will never be truly satisfying for you, ever again… if it ever was.”“It wasn’t,” she. They talk about every thing from food to to k**s from cars to houses and from men to sex including time place and satisfaction when irma told betty i had over 9 inches of thick cock that i would try making her cunt take she said all i could shove into her pussy was 7 1/2 to almost 8 betty said she wouldnt mind getting a cock like that crammed in her and they both made a joke of it floyd and i are friends but since we work in different fields holidays trips and such are when we hang around with. She wears no panties or bra. Just black nylon stockings and garter belt. We sit opposite each other at the table with candlelight and eat to music of Mantovani. We eyeball each other across the table like in the Tom Jones movie. Then I dance with my mother. She puts her arms around my neck, and I take her big ass-cheeks in my hands and caress them lovingly. My mother rubs her belly against my throbbing hard-on. Then we sit on the sofa and watch television. She sits in my lap, lifts her dress. Jeff was my best man and Harriet was in charge of the rice. And that was it, just the five of us. We did have a good time at the Nugget eating and hurrahing the place after the ceremony. For a tiny wedding it was nice. I highly recommend Vegas to anybody. Glitzy it was, kind of crazy, but nice, and fun and quite legal. We were a new married couple. And Rina’d gotten her wish to be a June bride.We’d decided to stay the night, and have breakfast in the morning, before heading back to Tucson. It.