You've been bad.”“So bad,” I moaned. The hunger in my husband's eyes made my pussy even wetter. I walked to the couch and leaned down to kiss hi... on the lips. His hands found my breasts, giving my lush mounds tight squeezes.I stretched out across his lap, shifting to get comfortable. His cock pressed against my belly, still slippery with my pussy juices. I wiggled again, watching Frank over my shoulder. I had to push my long, red hair out of the way. It had grown so fast from my soccer-mom,. It was very romantic and we've never regretted it."That sounds encouraging. How many years has it been?" Janice's mother and I have been married twenty-four years. Its hard to believe but next year will be our silver anniversary." That sounds wonderful. You must really get on well together." We do and I owe it all to the understanding we had the day we were married." What was that?" To love one another, don't keep secrets from one another be tolerant of one another, always be there for one. ’ ‘No, not that kind of mouse, you click on the link with the computer mouse.’ ‘Geez, when you say links, I think of the sausage links that mama used to make. Remember? ‘Yeah, yeah.’ Vito returned his attention to what he was doing. ‘Pollo? You were going to name a dog, Pollo? That means chicken in Italian. What the Hell kind of sissy name is that for a dog? Why would you name your dog chicken?’ ‘No, Polo with one letter l in the name and not Pollo with two l’s in the name. You know, I was. But, her interest and enjoyment at being nearby to witness my experience with them was very obvious. She reached out her hand and touched my arm lightly. She looked up and nodded to me, a silent expression of a desire to see the a****l enjoy me once more. I nodded back to her with a smile, then opened my thighs as far as the chair would allow. Max scrambled around to be in front of me, his tongue immediately finding my exposed pussy.I dropped my head back at the first contact, my eyelids.