I could see her big heavy breasts hanging down, her nipples brushing my legs every now and then as she moved her hands and head on my cock. Realizing ... couldn’t actually get any more rigid than I already was, she stopped what she was doing briefly and reached over to the side table, pulling out a condom and some lube that we had almost used up in our vacation so far. She smoothly unwrapped the condom onto her purple dick and squeezes a bit of lube into the tip. She pushed on both my legs. It’s very similar.”“I’ve never seen his wife. Is she Japanese?”“No, she’s from Vietnam. He met her during the war.”“Why don’t we ever see her?”“She doesn’t like to be with groups of people in social situations. She gets very nervous. I visit her on Saturdays on the way home from school. She’s also very nice. Grandmother often goes to visit her in the mornings after her time with Grandfather.”“Do you know how old she is?”“I think she is around forty. She was sixteen when she met. One, who has lived and loved her parents & brothers & sisters, almost as much as you do for 20-25 years of her life;One, who has bravely agreed to leave behind all that, her home, people who love her, to adopt your home, your family, your ways and even your family ,name One, who is somehow expected to be a master-chef from day #1, while you sleep oblivious to her predicament in her new circumstances, environment and that kitchenOne, who is expected to make the tea, first thing in the morning. She is going to be screaming for it by the time I am done! My hands wandered to her bust as we continued to kiss. They were so pert, round and inviting they were not cuppable. I just hand to smooth around them, lifting them gently, squeezing them together, feeling those nipples come out to play. My hands slipped tom her waist and enjoyed her lovely slim curves. Smoothing my hand upwards to sheer around her bust over her shoulders and right down her back. I found her rear, tweaking her cheeks.