“This is not a sausage. This is salami. There’s quite a difference.” She answered as her hand moved to the butter dish. Michelle scooped out a...generous amount and reached back to smear it over his prick and he reached for some butter and began to smear it in her butt crack. His other hand went down to her pussy, he was pleased to find it wet and slippery, her pussy lips were puffy and her clit hard. “What’s this? You didn’t get enough last night?” He asked as one finger slide into her hot. What I learned is that it is very rare to find that perfect combination of love and sex so two people can be truly happy.Love doesn't mean you have a good sex life. I have seen many couples that you could tell truly love one another but watching them have sex you see they aren't really compatible. One likes oral sex, the other doesn't, and one wants anal sex the other doesn't. One sees sex as a dirty duty that has to be done and the other loves the act of fucking. So they exist but aren't truly. "Chad stared, and when Nikki bounced against him, his prick vanished into her eager cunt once more. Looking directly into her husband's eyes, Betty swung her pelvis and ground her pussy onto the driving length of their son's stiff prick, smiling wet and wide as she did so.Chad managed to say: "Betty" -- what the hell!!"She replied loud and clear; "I'm ding the same thing you are, Chad. I'm fucking one of our children, just as you are. And I love it, darling-- I love being fucked by my. We put down two sleeping bags and spread them out and threw some blankets on the floor and a couple of pillows. During the day we had drank a few beers but were just a little buzzed and tired. We both laid down on our stomachs facing the TV. We talked back and forth about the day and our future.Then Wendy said "there is something I wanted to tell you" What is it?" I asked not expecting what would follow"I think I'm gay, and I think I love you" she answered"what? how do you know?" I askedShe.