When I thought I had gone deep enough I began to slide it back out. No! Deeper. She demanded. I slide the probe back in, trying to feel for anything p...shing back against me. When I finally reached the deepest part of her I stopped and waited again. The smooth half of the dildo was gone and three or for sections of the ribbed half were already inside her as well. I was amazed at the shear amount of cock my wife was able to gobble into her ass. Her breathing had quickened and she seemed to be. It was not the time to take in the view but she looked well sexy, her shapely body and 36FF breasts dripping with water, any other time I would have had a rise, but this was not the time.We both apologised and lamely pointed out that we were in the same position, naked with no clothes. It didn’t really solve anything, but carrying on cooking and cleaning up the mess did kinda take the sting out of the moment. Dave reappeared fully shaven below. ”Guys Jayne is feeling very self conscious today. She took a moment to remember the times when her two favorite boys had played at her house: Thomas trying to be cool and ‘all grown up,’ and Simon tagging along, no matter what Thomas said. She allowed herself to get lost in those memories for a moment; it was a luxury she rarely afforded herself but so enjoyed when she did. She stayed like that until her makeup was done and she looked adequate to her own appraisal. She listened for the water of the shower but didn’t hear anything. Deciding to. Dee might have been 65 but she had kept her body pretty fit from what I could see. She had a cute face with upturned nose. Her breasts looked firm from the shirt she was wearing. I went inside and she showed me what needed to be done. I got the furniture rearranged in about a half hour's time.When I finished Dee brought me a cold drink."I hope you didn't think me too forward for leaving my phone number," she said."Not at all, I don't mind helping out," was my reply back to her.The next part is.