She got up, and my attention was instinctively directed at the dark bush between her legs, but I quickly glanced away. She went to take a blanket and ...he set it on the floor so it would be easier on her knees. She also applied some more lip balm, for that soft touch and glide which were so important. Her nipples were big even if her breasts weren't, and the silver pendant shining between them gave me hope for the future."Okay, let's try again. Are you ready?" mom asked."Yeah," I said.But after. I may have to scrub it with a brush. But I was exhausted–hot, sweaty, muddy. I went down to the water and stripped off my shorts, jumped in and let the ocean roll over me for a while. It felt wonderful. When I finally headed back in I saw that something had washed up on the shore. It was a wine bottle, a Cline Zinfandel 2002, with a cork still stuck in the top. I love the Cline Zinfandel, but there wasn’t any left in the bottle. There was a rolled-up note, cliché as it sounds, and on it the. Being hard for a while, my cock refused to go soft and that was perfect as it fitted right into my plan. My wife was still on her knees so I inserted my cock back in to her waiting wet pussy. Her pussy welcomed it and swallowed it. When I was deep inside her I slowly parted her knees and she slowly went down until she laid flat on her stomach with her ass sticking up then I started to slowly thrusting in and out. I stayed in that position for quite some time then pulled out and while she was. He found himself giving in, slipping the chain from his belt he bound her wrists with the cold metal. He slipped off his trench, slowly giving in, not wanting to but he needed to. Soon he was unbuckling his belt and throwing his pants down. He swung the belt around her neck, tightening it to it's tightest length, tugging the extra with a grin. He gave into his lust.He gently licked and mouthed her ear, grinning as she jumped in his arms and squirmed. He held fast, pressing her slender body to.