Marriages are a series ofcompromises. She persuaded him to compromised and do it her way. Sheremembers her father often. He had really bought into ...he whole hippielifestyle. Whenever she saw a man with long hair in a ponytail, sheflashed back to him. He was the epitome of manhood, in her mind. Shewanted George to be more like her father so she strongly encouraged himto let his hair grow. It now touched his ears. In her mind it was astart, but only a start.Their current three-bedroom. “No clue, probably once he gets lucky,” she joked with a smile.“Yeah, I guess so,” I said, smiling but surprised at her joke.“And what about you, Paul?” she asked.Seeing her fill her glass of wine, I asked in response, “What about me?”“You gotta have a lady or two you haven’t told us about,” she said.She brought the glass up to her lips and took a drink while she waited for my answer.“Uh, no, I don’t, unfortunately,” I replied.“You sure?” she asked.“Yeah, I’m positive,” I said. “If not, I’d. My breathing became quick as he licked his fingers and rubbed the saliva on the head of his enormous cock. He laid it across my waist and at that point I noticed that if he puts it all the way in It will be deeper than my belly button. As he placed his cock at the opening of my dripping pussy I held my breath as he began to slowly push it in. I came instantly. I had never came so quickly in my life. As large as it was it went in the first few inches fairly easily. I was so wet and the next few. The hem of the blouse wasn’t low enough to meet the jeans so a couple of inches of her midriff was bared.My heart lurched against my ribs as a vibration shook my body. I’d never seen Sandy dressed like that and the sight of her made my knees weak. She could have been one of those girls the Church was always warning me about. “How do I look?” she asked as she turned in a circle. I couldn’t tear my eyes from the bra. My eyes locked on to her breasts and I forgot to breathe. “Uh, hello? I asked.