Taking my pants down she started kissing my belly and when she reached my boxers she put the top between her teeth and peeled them down. My raging har... dick popped out and she kissed the top making me squirm. She started to lick it from the bottom up and made sure no part of it was left dry. She opened her warm mouth and started sucking it.'Unnghh! baby you're so good at this' I moaned.He kept sucking it while playing with my balls. She would squeeze them and knead them while er tongue flicked. "She moaned loudly as he kissed her neck and played with her breasts. She wanted him, badly, but was content to wait him out. "Do you like me like this?" She asked."Yeah, I love it when you are like this" as he slid his hand underneath the shirt and up to her breasts, continuing to give them the attention that they truly deserved. "It turns me on that you have become more open and freer with your sexuality." You like that? You want me to be more open?" Yes. I want you to be more open, to be. Finally he reached for it. Held it as if it might break. "Go on Harry. I won't break. I'm pretty tough actually." So he touched and pulled. When he leaned down to lick my nipple I intercepted his mouth and brought it to mine. His eyes opened wide when his tongue met mine, then they closed as he worked out what to do. He'd worked something else out too as I felt his fingers, sifting through my pubic hair, then down lower. "That's it Harry, touch me everywhere." I could feel his hard cock. We don’t wear rings, but that sort of formality is optional these days.People believe what they assume they already know. We’re married in the intimate sense and the socially apparent sense, but it would be criminal if we had a license. Strange morality.As long as they were with us, Mom and Dad thought it smart, their single children sharing the rent in the Big City. When we’d visit home, we’d revert to our childhood rooms and sneak conjugal moments when the opportunity presented itself.Once.