He keptup his normal routine of extensive time in London. Don't get uswrong!!! We certainly enjoyed the perks of themoney/housing/travel/clothes etc. ...hat were a direct result of hiseconomic well-being, but as a father, I never knew him... as a husbandmy mother had grown disenchanted and removed. I had not known that ontheir last trip together, the subject of separation had been reviewed.During this whole summer of introspection as to my womanly needs, I hadactually started the summer as. Wo khade the aur unke hath mere sir ke baalon me pyar se ghumne lage jabki main bathroom ke farsh par baith kar unke lund ko chus rahi thi. Aap ko mere pati ki mardaangi maalum hi hai ki unke lund se paani nikalne me kafi waqt lagta hai aur jyadatar unki ek chudai me meri do chudai ho jaati hai. Unki ye mardaangi ham dono ke liye bade garv ki baat hai. Ab mujhe unko apne hath aur muh se hi itna garam karna tha aur itna aage le jaana tha ki chodte waqt unke lund se mere khud ke jhadne ke sath hi. "'You can play as often as you like, you're so talented!" He grinned at her, and she flushed with embarrassment at his praise.As usual, while she thought he ought to go for a walk to build up his strength, she merely suggested it might be a good idea, and again he appreciated her delicacy in allowing him his autonomy. So they went walking in the sunny morning, returning in time for lunch, a cheese salad which she fed to him.Once again he rested in the early afternoon, and she undressed and. ‘Oh God Kate… that’s pure heaven… oh my God… it’s amazing,’ he hissed as he pounded her with mighty strokes. ‘I know Baby… oh you’re so fucking good at this… keep fucking me Baby,’ She moaned as she countered his thrust with strong back strokes. The real and artificial cock plowed through her quite different love grottos like one of those fucking machines you could see on the net. ‘Todd… oooohhhh… fuck me Baby… oh… please… don’t stop… you’re a fucking genius… you’re so good baby… oh keep it….