"Do you love me?" I turned the question around on Martha."Oh, don't be silly, of course I do," was her almost annoyed reply."Doesn't your vision of ou... marriage seem a little asymmetric to you?" I leaned forward as I started my argument."What do you mean by 'asymmetric'?" Martha questioned my use of the word."One-sided. After all, you've just put forward the proposition that for me to show you my love requires acts and gifts; but I'm supposed to simply accept your verbal assurances as proof. So now I have both hands on her small waist pull all the way out expect for the head and plow back in with a strong and penetrating stab and hit bottom again I can feel what should be an older well used pussy is surprisingly very tight and well fitting but it could be do to my size I could feel every time she would contract and have her orgasm and she would twist her hips and moan and whimper I now know I own this pussy , then I hear my wife call out (honey were are you ) so I know I don’t have. Is that all it's about?Cute boys?" Yes, it is.The game I mean, not real life." She hugged me again, softlythis time. "You poor thing, that accident must have really hurt you. Doyou want to speak to one of your parents about it?" She looks out of thewindow and smiled. "More of your friends are coming, and they arebringing presents with them. You are so lucky to be so popular and haveso many friends.Let's go and see them. I hope their presents for you arebetter then mine was."I knew my role well. She squirms, she fidgets, she struggles until finally with a frustrated frown laments, "I don't think I like this." I strip off my clothes in clumsy haste and am on top of her. She struggles in anticipation of another tickling, but instead my fingers find their way to the elastic waistband of her pants and panties. I pull them down to mid thigh and pull up her sweater revealing creamy yet perky tits topped with cute pink little nipples. She's struggling, muttering something about not having.