” There was a real sadness in his eyes before he concluded, “All I get nowadays is ‘Sunday sex,’ he concluded, wistfully. Theo decided to rema...n quiet and allow Reggie to expound in his own time.“After going to church we have our traditional Sunday lunch. Afterward, our girls spend the afternoon with my folks. That’s when I sometimes get sex. It doesn’t last a long time and I always get the impression that Beulah, my wife, would like it to end as quickly as possible. She was a lot more spirited. He never complained about what she spent on clothes and those essential items that women needed to buy, and Lynda loved spending other people’s money. He kept his wife comfortable with his nice pent house apartment, home in suburbia and classy sports cars and other trappings, except the one thing she craved most, sex. Lynda also quickly discovered that not only was Andrew an inordinately greedy man and ruthless husband whom she realized cared for no one but himself, but he was also a jealous. I’m wrestling with her cut-offs, finally wrenching them open and pulling them, pulling. Now there is an interesting fact about a girl and her jeans, long or short. If she’s sitting on them and doesn’t want you in there, you’re not going to go. In this case, her struggles somehow matched mine and her bare ass was suddenly on the cold marble counter. I take a big chance, moving back and down to free her legs. She grabs my head between her thighs, crossing her ankles and squeezing for all she’s. Susan stopped kissing me and watched her husband sucking on my cock. She seemed to be enjoying it so much she had her hand between her legs rubbing her clit.My balls were building up ready to blow when he slid a finger into my ass and my cum shot deep into his throat. He swallowed it all and squeezed the last few drops out of it.Brian went to the bathroom and I moved down on Susan licking her sticky wet pussy. I buried my face in it and shook my head side to side. I slid a finger into her ass.