We might be a little later to bed tonight if Diana brings our supplies today.”“What about the squash? Can’t they be canned, too?” Christine as...ed.But Jasmine was shaking her head. “I don’t think so, at least not summer squash. They would have to be pressure canned, and if I remember correctly, they just turn to mush with the high heat and pressure. I don’t think they can be kept in a root cellar, either.”Christine stood looking at the cucumber vines that had already spread out and prevented. Then he looked at my wife and simply stated I can see who is in charge of this relationship. She responded yea he’s my bitch. Of course bringing his laughter and then both of them laughing out loud for what seemed to last for ever in my completely embarrassed mind. At that point she immediately dismissed me upstairs and the rest of my afternoon was me upstairs with the sounds of this black Adonis thoroughly pleasing my wife, moaning, screaming, her repeated oh god that echoed through the house. It wasn't the only thing gettingharder.His index finger slipped inside easily. She was still wet from lastnight, he had been very enthusiastic, she was surprised he was stillhorny after only 5 hours.It had been the anniversary of her moving in, he had bought home thebabydoll and some flowers. She had him cooked his favourite dinner ofroast lamb. After dinner they sat and watched T.V. His arms were aroundher shoulders pulling her to his eager mouth. He had placed her hand onthe bulge in his. I guided her quite roughly into the dining room, and, in spite of her protests of not being ready, bent her over the table and yanked her skirt up over her stocking tops, whilst tangling with my own pants. Once my cock was free of entanglement and proudly pointing to her pert, little arse, I tugged her panty crotch to the side and nudged my way into her neatly shaved pussy.What followed was no less than a one-sided fuck. I grabbed her thighs so hard that she swore at me, while I pummeled her.