Feeling not only his tongue on my nipples and his hands on my butt, but all the hairy flesh, I knew I felt him.As great as he made me feel, I still pu...led my tits away and took them in my hands. "You like some young titties, do you, Ed?" I giggled, hitting his face with them. "Don't worry; I'm not judging you either. Let yourself get beaten up by my melons? They might not be fully formed watermelons, but I know you like them."He grabbed my wrists. "Maybe they're more like cantaloupes, Cassidy,". He did have other priorities when visiting Haden and had come to always expect the constant show of dazzling merchandise the man had. Perhaps he was getting bored with it… The lack of uniqueness despite the appeal. With a resigned sigh, he looked back up from the vibrant tones of fabric at his feet only to be greeted by a placid pair of shinning gray eyes. ‘Tell me what you haven’t told anyone else.’ ‘I will. Only because you are one that will see it for what it is.’ Exchanging tepid smiles,. She married you, so...”I pulled her panties around the curve of her ass and slid my fingers over her folds. Her pussy looked like her mother’s as well – at least superficially. Her labia were firmer, and far pinker, though. When I slipped a finger inside her – causing her to whimper – it confirmed what I already suspected. She was far tighter than her mother, and she wasn’t exaggerating about how wet she was.Her voice was deep with need when she said, “Ohh... Eat my pussy.”I was beyond the. Panting and wondering I imagined her skin under her shirt one the clothes pins are removed but before she was secured I could see she is clearly excited, her poking pair straining on the material that will be released later for there own treatment. The wife admires her handiwork while I brush her inside thigh and she spreads her feet for better access my rubbing starts her moaning, legs together the wife commands and once loosened her pants fall to the floor and my hand explores her slippery.