You gently squeeze them together as she kisses your face. Your eyes notice something around her breasts that alarm you. You're trying to examine them ...loser but your wife is kissing your face and moving her hands on your chest so you forget about them for a moment. She is wiggling her ass and slips her hand down over your hand and places it onto her ass.She wants you to pull down her tiny panties so you do as she raises each leg until they are free. You want to examine them but she pulls them. Usually he writes in his study, but now I see that he is editing, massive amounts of text annotated with a red biro. I try and read in between his scribbles but I can't make head or tail of anything this far through a plot, so I abandon the task. I hang the hand towel on the Aga rail and leave the clean flagstone kitchen just in time to see Eliot going up the stairs with Byron's clothes in his hands. I follow him up at a distance, my footsteps heavily muffled by the thick pile carpet.I stop. Her cock was easily 8-9“ long and un-cut, thicker than mine.Rising and poking up between us with a shiny drops of precum dripping out from her tip.i undressed fast and we continued to kiss grinding our cocks together.I turned around and rubbed my ass into her, feeling her cock slip bast my asshole, trying to catch her and get her tip in me. She pushed me down on my back on her futon and slid a firm pillow under my hips, she rolled on a condom and fingered my ass with lube.I guided her tip into. I was about to make up some excuse about being too hungover, when Jenny suddenly laughed."Terry's a bit fragile today," she said. "Not that he's too sporty at the best of times."Normally, I would have freely admitted that what she said was true, but there was something in the tone of her voice, something like a dare, that made me stand up and say that I'd like to join in. They led me back to their improvised pitch, which had a few bags to delineate the goal areas, and told me the rules..