Well he says I look good if he likes my clothes he thinks I'm a fool for letting you and the k**s treat me the way you do.Pictures came into my mind a...d I pressed for more information."How do you mean he's caring?" Well" she said,Me and Sarah were talking about you and how you don't help out like her husband does, y'know, doing housework and sharing jobs - and he said why do I stand for that, he wouldn't treat me like that"What else do you both talk about?She said just everyday topics and I was. Often he would say how they should just do this all night long. Even after another hour, the sliding up and down just continued. He kept mentioning how it wasn’t cheating and how they should take advantage of everything they can as long as they don’t put it in all the way. He started to pull his legs up a little and withdrew his hips a little so his cock was pointed more straight out and she started to slide her pussy entrance over the hard tip of his cock as it passed back and forth. Thoughts. God her lips were fantastic. Then I kissed her neck, then the top of her chest then the tops of her pushed-up tits. Her body was fantastic: smooth skin, not skinny but not fat, just curvaceous and feminine. I finally pulled down her corset hard and her tits popped out the top. Oh my god they were perfect; big and pillowy with very little sag. I sat on a kitchen chair and pulled her to me. First I just rested my head in her bosom. Then I started licking and kissing her tits, slowly working my. I chewed on my dum-dums, enjoying thefamiliar feel of a nipple in my mouth, and squeezed my crotch harder.Very wet. And hard. I caressed my throbbing clittie, pressing thestimulating wet warmth against my tenting hard-on. I dimly rememberedAunty June changing my nappy last night, but I wasn't sure if it wasmerely a fragment from a pleasant dream. I strained to hear any voices,but the big old house seemed strangely silent. I continued massaging thefront of my crackling plastic panties, revelling.