She hesitates, I fear that she’ll change her mind, but it’s just a question on which position she wants to be fucked in. - Doggy style, she says a...d places herself on all four in the sofa. - You want it gentle or hard? I’m touching her labium with the tip of my cock, teasing it.- Start gentle and then we’ll see. She answers. I place one hand on her hip. And with the other I steer the cock into her vagina and it feels so good. I can feel the warmth and softness around my cock as I push it in and. His only comment was that my game had certainly improved since the last time we had played together.Back at the house, we found the women in the kitchen. Mom was sitting on a stool at the kitchen counter watching Kris cook. At a glance I could tell that she was preparing a haute cuisine French dinner and indeed that’s what it was.Dad made drinks for all of us and we sat around the kitchen table nibbling on canapés that Kris had also prepared. For some reason, I felt better than I could ever. His grunts have lessened but I can hear my wife making soft moans now. Perhaps now he has moved to doing her from behind? Maybe now she is lowering herself on his shaft? Maybe her vagina is dripping with his cum?[/image]The bed starts banging against the wall so yes her ass is in the air as he pounds her married pussy.Its the only way that I can guess for the bed to be making that much noise. I guess they are aware of the noise they are making and shift around. They are both moaning again now. "I'm sorry sweetie, but I wasn't talking about the race." "What were you talking about then?" This, my love," and she kisses me on the cheek.It's a long kiss, or rather lots of little ones as her lips move kiss by kiss to my neck. As she kisses me she removes my hairband and runs her fingers through my blonde hair. I suddenly feel trapped here in this garden with the fox I was chasing, the tables are turned now and it seems that it was me all along that was really the quarry. I don't want to.