He had his shirt off in seconds while I clumsily tried to undo the button on his shorts. I wanted to feel him completely naked against me, inside me. ... wanted his big hard cock filling up my tight little pussy more than I wanted to breathe. I just needed to be filled at that exact moment.Slowly but surely, Greg managed to trail his lips down to my chest. His mouth closed over one excited nipple and sucked while one of his hands went to the other to pinch and please. I couldn’t help but moan at. Send her out." Why?" Don't get smart asshole. You know damned well why." Asshole? You calling me an asshole? Listen you fat tub of guts, I asked you a question and you can either give me an answer or you can fuck off." Okay wise guy. You want to play it that way we can. You got a hooker in there with you and we are going to haul her off to jail. You, smart mouth, will get a half a dozen tickets as soon as you pull your rig off this lot." You're calling my wife a hooker? Have you been sued. “But, at the funeral, you said the ex hadn’t thought beyond his own existence.” “That was him,” she said. “Not me.” “See, the problem is there are all those rules and rituals. I’m not sure what effect that will have on us.” She took my face in her soft hands and looked into my eyes. “Does it seem like I get wrapped up and rules and rituals?” “Not so far,” I acknowledged. “You and I extend into eternity,” she said. “Our love and our vision, that is eternal.” “What if it isn’t?” I challenged. “It. . don't stop Amy, that feels amazing!" I called out to her. My head dug deeper into the pillow behind, while my two hands gripped a tight hold of the bed sheets at either side of where I lay as she continued lapping at my cock for several moments, almost forcing me to shoot a load, but somehow, through sheer pressure of my own self-will to last longer, I was able to hold it off.Then, Amy stopped. I opened my eyes, glanced down upon her youthful expression and sweet smile upon her ruby red lips..