I've told you that I love you George; I've told you until I'm blue in the face, but what has happened tonight has convinced me that fate expects me to...do whatever I have to do to get you back in my life."What is it going to take George? I mean besides the obvious. The not being a nun thing is history. It doesn't matter if I have needs or not. Tonight has shown me that I'm supposed to be yours and no one else's. To me that means take care of you, our home and our kids and to sew my pussy shut if. The exquisiteness of your touch is almost more than I can stand.But the primitive one finds your warmth and wetness through your lace panties. He finds momentary satisfaction by finding his mate in the soft but inexplicable moan escaping your throat. He devours that moan, stifling and swallowing it with a firm, yet incredibly delicate open mouth kiss, breathing in your feminine primitive energy.We sit in the darkness, hand firmly but oh so slowly exploring their nirvanas. My mouth registers no. He smiled at her kindly and with a chuckle said, ‘Oh no darlin’ that’s just for this mornin’.’ After she filled all the mangers with silage and hay she collected the eggs and fed and watered the chickens. Once she tended to the chickens she mixed calf formula up and fed the calves in the nursery. Once she fed the calves she replaced the sawdust and so on until she was finished. When she finished she dragged herself down to the farmhouse. She walked in and plopped herself down in a kitchen. As they made body contact his wife was getting wet as he played with her erect nipples, rubbing her inner thighs slowly moving to her to her wet pussy, he kissed her red lips and the rest of her body gradually moving lower In between her legs sliding his tounge on her wet vigina he had not done it for ages what felt like years he was so happy and wanted to repay his wife in returning a very pleasant favour he licked her for a little while as he lifted his head up the wife was at this point so.