The flood became a stream and then just a steady drip. She shook, her body contorted, her thighs were wet with her juices, her eyes were half closed,...she gasped for breath, and, she had that wonderful painful look of pleasure on her face. If there is something that is stronger than an orgasm, this was it. She settled back on the couch, breathing heavily, sweating, red faced, and disoriented. Even with her sticky juices all over my stomach, cock and legs, I was more than turned on by what I. But it was mouthful for her. She drank it and licked the last drop on the tip of my penis. She stood up and hugged me and told me that I did not love her more. I asked her why. She said that I was not fond of her breasts.I told her that I was crazy about her breasts. Then she asked me why I was not handling and fondling them often. I said that I didn’t want her breasts to sag down and hence I didn’t handle them hard. She said, “Please, daddy. Don’t think like that. Treat them as hard as you. I continued finger fucking her ass, going from slow and gentle to quick and rough...continuing to stretch her. I used my other hand to reach down and pull her to her knees, so that her rear was in the air while her head continued to lay to the side on the bed. Still unaware of it, as i stood, grabbing the thick shaft, I touched the tip of my cold, stiff, soft skinned cock to her asshole, making her jerk quickly. I added another dollop of spit as I retrieved the lube and squeezed the bottle. I crack open the car door and step out into the cold night air. I rush to the front door and before I can grab the knob, Victoria has it open wearing only a pair of blue jeans.It isn't odd to see a sight like this. More often than not Victoria will open the door to me dressed in a different way and usually half naked. She has done this for the last four years, since we met midway through college. Instantly, I toss my bag into the house and scoop her up.Our lips meet and she kisses me hard as I.