She’d come by and lean over and kiss the end of it with the comment, “Cocks are so much fun. I love playing with them before they fuck me.”I fin...lly had all I could take and pulled her down on the carpet. Forcing her slightly resistant knees apart, I slammed directly into her cunt. That’s all it was right then, not a wife’s pussy but just a place to shove and shoot. She wiggled and squealed and pretended to resist as I pounded and bit on her nipples, not kissing her. This wasn’t love, just raw. She said that I was not fond of her breasts.I told her that I was crazy about her breasts. Then she asked me why I was not handling and fondling them often. I said that I didn’t want her breasts to sag down and hence I didn’t handle them hard. She said, “Please, daddy. Don’t think like that. Treat them as hard as you can. I am your wife now, please.” I said ok and pressed her both breasts hard and twisted her nipples till she cried with pain. She took me on her laps and inserted one of her. The whole damn town had to be thinking that my bike -- and maybe The Program along with it -- was dead. Somewhere out there someone was gloating and I wanted to give 'em a poke in the eye."Who wants to go for a ride with me? Preferably naked."My crew didn't need a second invitation. No one has friends like I do.Only Maria balked. "I can't, I'm on duty. And you can't take my prisoner with you. He's wanted downtown. Mrs. Devers told me what he did. It's a parole violation, so he's busted --. Mancini." They all noticed that she wasn't wearing a bra underneath her light purple blouse. Her perky breasts were quite discernible through the thin cloth of her blouse."Next," Mrs. Fitzpatrick called out as the guy in front of Thomas left."Hi, Mrs. Fitzpatrick." Thomas looked at the fifty-two-year-old Irish woman. He had a hard time not looking down at her cleavage, as he jiggly breasts were absolutely pouring out of her bra."Ah Thomas, let's see what we have for you." Mrs. Fitzpatrick.