“Good for you, sir. Goodnight. I have to wait now for Frances to get back with Sidra, from wherever they made the call. Bye.”Reg resumed his pacin..., but this time there was no worry; merely anxious for Frances and Sidra to be home safe with him. He felt his responsibility for them, keenly. It was only now that his mind came to the realisation that as a husband, he had accepted far more than the love of these girls. He had accepted responsibility for their welfare and well-being: looking after. Gaping and closing each time, turning me on so bad. I grabbed her hip and slowly put my finger in. She wasnt expecting it as she jumped a bit but then she accepted it pushing her ass a bit towards me. She was looking back at me smiling with a look of "that's the spot" in her eyes. I was dying, my cock hurt from the pressure. I was playing with her ass when she lifted and jumped of the bed and headed for her clothes.I thought its over but i got bold and grabbed her. "Quit it, we have to get. She leaned way over. Her best coffee cups were in the high cabinets, but she knew her bra cups offered more appeal.When she handed Mark his steaming coffee, his hand trembled slightly as he accepted it."So, Mark, tell me about your lovely blonde wife." We're not married. We only live together." That's nice. Is marriage on the horizon?" Maybe, but she's afraid of a long commitment and she's rather inhibited."Hmm, thought Nancy, a challenge. "I suppose I am too. But I've improved. At least I. A second longer and the life-support capsule would have plunged to the ground." I told you I wasn't exaggerating," said Laurent proudly as he placed an arm round his darling wife.Much as Beatrice loved her husband's compliments and revelled in the depth and quality of their lovemaking, she was conscious that her harmonious married life wouldn't last forever. This wasn't only because she was unable to restrain her lust. She'd learnt well how to cover her tracks. It was because she was now about.