‘Cheryl! Honey where are you?’ No response; if she isn’t here how come the door was unlocked? I look in the front room – empty; the kitchen �...� empty. I move up the stairs and hear music, not my wife’s taste at all, it’s fast paced and bouncy with a loud bass. Who the hell is in MY bedroom playing THAT? I fear the worst hoping to god that there isn’t another man in there. I hold onto the door handle and close my eyes for a moment before swinging the door open and barging into our bedroom. I’m. " I love your hands in my hair," I told her as she continued to massage my scalp and press against me from behind. Turning to face her, I pressed my breasts against her and poured soap between us. Slowly we slid against one another, my huge round 44DDD breasts were such a contrast to her tiny young flat chest, and the sight was pure sexuality. We finished our shower with a few minutes of deep slow passionate kisses letting the cool water pour over our intertwined bodies. We dried one another. As she finished putting her groceries away, I noticed she left the ice cream on the counter. "So, not trying Peaches 'N' Cream is unacceptable," she said holding a spoon. "Is it?" I laughed. She dipped the spoon in and held it by my mouth. She wanted to feed me. This wasn't expected, but I didn't deny it. I wrapped my lips around the spoon. "Very sweet," she said, licking the spoon after me. My face was heating up. Was she seducing me? She took a bite of the ice cream. "It doesn't taste as good. Always positioning herself and leaving her legs wide apart to afford me an unrestricted view of her nylon encased pussy, swear enough to see the lace detail at the leg openings, while catching her secretly admire my hard cock pressing against my jeans, a standard sight in her presence.One day we had finished working in the garden together as rain began to sprinkle then intensify as we collected the tools and headed to the barn, ultimately becoming a downpour soaking us as we hurried into the.