"He smiled too. "Appropriate," he agreed.Tom Carmichael, unusually, woke when his wife Chrissie got up to feed their third child, Jennifer. Amy, 'almo...t six' and David John – 'DeeJay' – 'almost five' were asleep next door. He watched his wife lift the little one from the crib, open her nightie and lift Jennifer to her breast. The whimpers ceased, Chrissie cradled the child against her and walked over to the window and opened the curtains enough to look out, so she was silhouetted against the. ‘ One of those uncomfortable silences, as my thoughts are overcome by your image, as is always a problem with me, or maybe with most men, to stop seeing so much and starting to think more. Does it never occur to women what their image does to us. Its not that men don’t look for deeper things in a woman, its just that they are overwhelmed by beauty alone to such an extent that it seems they want nothing more. Or at least so it seems to the object of their gaze. These are the thoughts and your. When Betts backed up to the edge of the bed, Tommy could see that she had already applied the lube to her ass when he noticed the shiny ring around her puckered opening.“Take me, Tommy, please!” Betts cried out as she pushed her butt back toward him.Tommy put his hands on her hips to pull her back toward his waiting cock. Rubbing his precum around her opening, he heard her whispering, “Yes, baby, please.”Pressing forward against her opening, Tommy was pleased to feel her open to accept his. But he didn’t move, just let me kiss him, let me move my mouth against his, doing nothing at all until I let out a moan before I could stop myself. His lips parted in shock, swallowing my moan into his mouth, drawing a ragged breath, tasting me completely by accident, groaning before he could stop himself, and then he wasn’t resisting anymore. He was reciprocating, kissing me back, his mouth opening for mine, letting me taste him, tasting me back, our tongues sliding, swapping silent secrets,.