Main to madhosh ho gaya tha….phir maine usse uthaya aur uske panty utar di…hi kya pussy thi……..ekdam clean shaved…n pink,….main to dekhke ...i pagal ho gaya tha…..maine usse 69 position me kiya…aur usse apne uper letaya …aur main uski pussy chatne lag gaya…ab wo bhi kaphi pagal ho rahi thi….hum dono ne karib ek dusre ko 10 min.tak chussa phir hum dono jhad gaye usne mere lund ka ras pura pe leeya…aur maine bhi uski pussy ka ras…kya namkin taste tha yar..mazaa aa gaya tha….phir usne khud se bra. Janice and I were getting ready to go to bed. I was already in my nightgown (pink babydoll tonight). It was a brand new nightgown - Janie would often buy me a new one for special occasions, or whenever she felt bad for pushing me too hard. It made me look about 14 years old.And although the details were still fuzzy in my head (why was that?), apparently Janice had felt extraordinarily bad for her behavior, because she had treated me like a princess all night. She even did the dishes! And while. I asked her if she was cold. She said no it just feels so good when you fill my pussy up so full. She slowly moved her toned body against mine. She was quietly moaning. I could tell what she was doing was pleasuring her by the look in her eyes. She would slowly move up my body then slide back down. My cock was aching. Her moves were deliberate, not wasting any time or energy. She was rubbing her clit against my pubes with every down stroke. Each time she would let out a soft moan. Her hard. I added that the day nurse would be there soon, and that I'd be back just as soon as I'd run the errands. "You'll be fine," I said, leaning over and kissing her on the forehead. From the bed, she looked up into my face, and smiled weakly. "Go ahead," she replied. "Besides, you need to get out of the house more often. You're always here looking after me. So, go! I mean it. Do your errands, and take some time for yourself, too. Your such a good husband. Thoughtful. Caring. Loving. But you need.