I asked if they wanted to come over and play. At this point I was definitely drunk. I went into the living room and put on the raunchiest dvd that we ...wned. I turned on some quiet music and started stroking my cock to the naked woman on the floor in front of me. That's when I got dirty. I took another shot, took another hit from my bottle of poppers and decided to play. I squatted over her face and put my hole directly on her lips. I rubbed it gently over her mouth. I pushed and relaxed so her. Or I could go home and masterbate over all this, and maybe shoot my wad all over my wife’s pussy while she sl**ps. Why am I thinking so much aboout this? I made up my mind, I slowly slide my dick deep into Heather’s waiting snatch. It is heaven, warm and wet and tight, my dick slides easily in. Once all the way in I pause, enjoying the moment. This is some first class pussy. Any other time she would not give me the time of day, I would never even get to see her pussy, she thinks I am not. "I'm lucky to have you." Yes," I said, grinning, "you are lucky to have me! I agree."Megan smiled at that, and then stood up."You'll be okay here alone?" She asked, and her sincerity was clear to see, and that made me happy. I knew that Megan loved me, in her own way, and that in spite of age difference (which was considerable), we were definitely 'in love', but the basis of our relationship was very different from that of most married couples, young or old. Our marriage was not based on. Brandon never slowed his stride as he silenced her in a way he’d wanted to since the first time he walked into the office for therapy on his injured shoulder. His lips kissed hers gently, taking her bottom lip between them for a brief moment. He looked deep into her eyes only to read the message he’d hoped for. The tip of her tongue reflexively dipped out to lick the lip that he’d just tasted. He bent forward again, this time feeling the kiss hungrily returned. Their lips continued to taste.