It was like a tradition now. He loved taking the blouse off his wife and feeling the smooth, silkiness of the material underneath his fingertips. Th...re were a few times he had even worn some of his wife’s panties. When he first did it she wasn’t around. He was home alone while she and the kids were out with her sister and mother. He had been watching porn, holding his favorite pair of panties that his wife owned. Curiosity had got the better of him, and he put them on. It felt odd at first.. I'm not stopping this for anything. At least not until you've given me what I need." At this she plunged her mouth back over my cock and began twisting her head and hands in tandem as she crammed more and more of my stick in her hot, sucking mouth.Now, this is usually the point of the story (I read Literotica online too) where the hero grabs the wench by her pony tail in one hand, rips her top off with the other, and says something like, "Yeah!! Take my fucking load bitch!" Not gonna happen. It’s literally right on the coast, and your kids will be able to swim in the ocean every day. Other than that, I can’t tell you where it is right now. If you’re interested, I’ll tell you before you commit fully, but this has to be kept quiet for a while.”“Let me call my wife and I’ll get back to you,” he replied. My conversation with Ryan went the same way.My next call was to the contractor who built my “airport.” “What’s your schedule like?” I asked.“We’re about halfway done with a big job for. For some reason, the pod Erica and I live in is set up on pontoons in the lagoon, and our front door opens into the section between the two gaps. It gives us a front yard that has enough space to stage multiple soccer games. Meiling and Katya are already plotting out where to plant our garden, and have been working with the replicator to try to get some better topsoil set up.At first no one could swim in the lagoon, the oceans here are teaming with life and some of that life is very.