I really do. Anything you want you can have." Then quipped: "One-night-only." Then lowered her voice. "Except my butt. We'll save that for another tim.... Maybe for Christmas, hey!"And that was indeed our Christmas present. Well, mine anyway. I'd go first, plow the field as it were. But, that was no picnic in and of itself. But, I finally persevered, and got it in there. I lasted, what six strokes and released a torrent. Got it back out and Tommy replaced me.It just would not fit. They tried more. Full, and firm, and perfect. She looked like she’d just stepped out of a lingerie catalogue. I couldn’t believe my eyes.She looked over at me, and then down at the surging bath towel. She smiled. “Come to bed,” she said, leaning over, tugging the towel off my waist. My swollen prick waved up at her, only inches from her mouth. “I thought so,” she murmured, looking fondly at my cock.She leaned back onto the pillows, and patted the bed beside her. Reaching up, she pulled the robe back over her. She licked and sucked alternately, and I could hear her make obscene noises as she slopped through my blow-job, the spittle draining into the crack of my ass.“Oh god,” she croaked. “Fuck me from behind! Cum inside me!”She got off me and made herself ready for my rear end assault. “Fuck me!” she panted. I mounted her and entered her gaping vagina. It was like fucking a jar of mayonnaise. I felt like I was swimming in her pussy. She was flooded with her own cream. We slammed our bodies together. I feel ridiculous enough." Don't," she said, kissing my neck. "You smell great." Dior."She smiled. "Good choice. I like it." That's why I wear it. What did she mean by obviously? And why wereyou egging her on?" I wasn't egging her on." You were smiling." Uh huh..." What do you think she meant?" I don't think she meant anything by it. She just assumed we were goingto have kids. It's not a secret that you like them. Everyone alwaystold me how you'd be a great dad. So it's logical you'd.