We settled on a rerun sitcom and sat there trying to enjoy it. Ann got up and went to her room and came out with her nail polish bag and said she nee...ed to do her toes and that there was no better time than the present. She then placed her feet up on the edge of the coffee table and begun taking off her old polish. As I watched tv I glanced down at her feet noticing just how nice her feet were. She had very nice toes proportioned just right for her size. Her high arched feet looked very soft. I don't know what she said in German, but it sounded sexy and romantic to me. She turned so that she was on top where I could see her glorious boobs. They bounced as she rode me, and she had the expression of complete pleasure. This is where a language gap doesn't inhibit enjoyment or desire. Even without experience, I could detect each of her orgasms that came quickly and often. I tried to hold back, but it was no use. My release was spontaneous and volatile. I have no idea how many spasms. They both stood again as I entered and we put our shoes on and left my home. I immediately decided that I was going to redecorate and make it the kind of home I wanted. I was not going to move back to Japan. I would have my husbands ashes sent to his family. I pondered that and decided I better go back with them for the sake of appearances. At the morgue I saw to my great satisfaction it was my husband. I signed for and received his personal items, including a small key they has listed as. He made eight gigantic thrusts up into her body that almost propelled her up the back of the sofa. She held on with her legs and arms, urging him on. “I love you.” “I love you.” “I love you.” The sounds echoed between them.They lay together for a while, their naked bodies pressed together and even stuck together with their various emissions and leakages. The two looked around the room. Half the room were in the midst of fucking; the other half had finished and were also acting as.