She fell back onto the bed, her lips swollen from her husband’s kisses. She lifted her hips up for him to remove the nightie and eventually the thon.... Greg slid the nightie off his wife, feeling his cock throb in the confines of his work pants, begging to be released and allowed to fuck the beauty in front of him. He dipped a finger under the thong and tugged it down his wife’s legs, and groaned loudly at the sight of her hairless mound. He tossed the thong aside, the smell of her arousal in. ’ Jenny walked into the wheelhouse, sleepy-eyed, more like a little girl than ever. ‘Oh, Mistress,’ she said, ‘Please come back to bed.’ Margarethe sank to her knees, pulled Jenny to her, and cried big gulping sobs. ‘Aye weel,’ said Robin, ‘this’ll no pey the rint, as we say at sea. Perhaps we can get Juliet and Juliet back to their destroyer, where they can brighten the holds and storerooms with their canoodling, and get this floating soap opera out to Nat Palmer (whoever the fuck he was) and. While this was great for Larry, my wife found that it was only getting her more stimulated as Larry continued. Larry still had not said a word to my wife. The dress that my wife was wearing, was one that buttoned down the front. She found Larry playing with the buttons, but was having a difficult time getting them undone. As intelligent as Larry was, a simple task of undoing a button, was not an issue.My wife reached down for the buttons, and undid all the buttons. Once she did this, she was. ." Mister, please mind your own business and leave me alone. There is nothing that I need from any man." Mom, who is it?"That must have been her daughter. I guess she was around twelve or something like that. But before I could say anything more she just took the bag I had been holding."Nobody, dear, I'll be right back there. Goodbye, mister."Whoa! A simple thanks would have been enough for me. Once I got back to my own apartment I started to see the humor in all that. It seemed that I was not.