She softly giggled and gave me a peck on my lips. Let me tell you about my wife. She was a hot mama. Slightly less than 5ft, she was curvaceous. She ...new how to carry her 38DD on a small frame and dress for that. And she doted on our son right from the day he was born. She didn't want another kid and I was fine with that! I knew she loved him a lot. Matt was slimmer than his age group and she often blamed me. "You drank his share of the milk when he was a baby." I always reply, "Well, he quit. His wet oversized knob was pressing against my tiny hole."You want this big black cock in your tiny pussy" he asked.I was saturated, and the juices were running as I felt him spearing meas he pushed that fat knob inside me."Please George, fuck me with that big cock" I begged him"Ah "I moaned, feeling it pop in and start moving back and forth felthis hands pulling me backwards by the waist, as he thrusts severalinches deeply into me."Ah shit, it feels so big inside of me."Ah yes George, give me. She bent down to pick them up and she quickly put them into her shoulder bag. Her beanie fell and her long hair fell over her face. She picked up her beanie and straightened her hair. ‘Well? Who is it over there? Can you see anything?’ ‘It’s him. Michaela sent us a photo of him and this guy is him. And the girl next to him is a hottie. She must be a D cup for sure. Probably silicone.’ ‘Stephen!’ ‘Oh, sorry. I’m just describing her for you.’ ‘You should get down before they see you. Let’s get in. Ivory taffeta curtains, the same shade as her skin, line the single living room window, surreptitiously taking notice away from the cracked sills below them. Narrow doorframes, a product of her apartment's older construction, lead to her bedroom. I've learned to turn sideways to fit through them. The bedroom is a tribute to understated femininity, with its iron bedposts and antique wooden desk."Delicate" is the first word that her living space brings to mind.I snort and spear a potato with my.