I could feel his hips hit my arse as he bent over and his hands gripped my shoulder, I cried out oh god yes. Feeling him hit a spot I shouted out, I c...uld him moan as he fucked. His hands went down my back as I meet him thrust for thrust fucking each other hard. My hips lowered and my face went flat on the pillow as I cried out. Feeling myself cum again, each time he hit the spot and I said fuck yes. I could feel him breathe on my back and grunting as I moved against him, his hands gripping my. “So, your Dad said you’re having some kind of marital issues with your wife Lynn, is that right?” I asked.“Yeah, you know Uncle Marty, probably the same issue every married man before me has had. Things are super-hot during the courting process, then you get married, and your wife forgets everything she knew before she said, 'I do.' Lynn has such a hot body that I can’t seem to keep my hands off her but she’s always telling me that I’m too much of a horn dog and I need to settle down. I mean. I fell to my knees before my “absolute mistress” and kissed her long and very, very hard. When I’d first blown Amber, I’d never done it before, and I’d simply used my imagination. I repeated that performance, starting by showering her purple, glistening glans with soft “angel kisses.” I worked my way along her amazing length down to her pubic hair, where I nuzzled and sniffed the exquisite aromas of her lavender bath soap and her own wonderful, lusty musks. I then kissed up the underside of her. Well, "laps" is maybe being charitable, since our pool wasn't that long, but it stretched our muscles a little and had at least the advantage of some movement, some heart pumping. In a bit we ended up on the grass by the side of the pool. I took an extra towel and stood Lee up like a little girl to pat her down all over, gently pushing her to turn around, making sure I got up between her legs to dry "there," too. She raised her hands over her head as I worked up her torso, making sure her boobs.