"I see," I said. "Maybe a reward for both of us?" She dropped her eyes again. I climbed the stairs to my room, stopping to kneel briefly and kiss her ...heek. At the top of the stairs I turned back around to see her still laying there, her fingers lightly tracing her vaginal lips. I shook my head as I entered my room, thinking "A Norman Rockwell family we ain't."That night at dinner, I discussed my plans for Gemma with my parents. I had expected dinner to be a little uncomfortable after the. I'll come as much as I can. Is that OK with you Mike?" Mom, you can come as much as you want to. In fact, the more you come, the better I will like it." As he finished saying that he pushed hard in me. "How soon do you think you will come?" he asked me."Soon, Mike real soon,"I started moving my ass back and forth on his dick. The only part of me moving was my ass. I kept my head still so my husband didn't catch on to what we were doing.I felt an orgasm coming. I took Mike's hands off my hips. I took off all my clothes and laid flat on the bed. My husband came out of nowhere, naked, and jumped on the bed and buried his face in my snatch. He started to lick my snatch clean and was turning me on. After a minute he mounted me and started to fuck my gooey cunt and soon spewed his seed deep into my cunt. He collasped on the bed next to me. He asked me about the man I fucked earlier. I told him I did not get his name, I met him in the bar after work. I told my husband he was a short, fat,. After reluctantly breaking their kiss, Abby whispered, “Why don’t you go and pour a glass of wine for both of us and I’ll get dinner.”Davey had only tried a few sips of alcohol, but figured this was a special occasion. As he poured some red wine into each glass, he noticed that there was a Caesar Salad at each place, as well as warm dinner rolls and butter. After he had poured the wine, Abby approached the table with two plates holding perfectly cooked filet mignon topped with mushroom sauce,.