She leant against my neck and began whispering encouragement into my ear as she played with my cock. Telling me how good it felt to feel such a hard v...rile cock in her hand, how she wanted to watch me cum. How it would help relieve the tension and that we had most of the day together. She leant her chest into mine, her cool skin and hard nipples against my hot, almost clammy skin. I began to buck against her hand, lifting my hips off the bed as if I was fucking her, but she pressed my hips back. She used to tell people that granddad was all man and that he wasn't half anything." It sounds like they were good people." They were, but they were hillbillies. A lot of people look down on hillbillies, but they are the most honest, generous people I've ever come across. If they're your friend, they're your friend for life. They'd work themselves to death to help you out if you're in trouble. If you're their enemy, you're their enemy until death."We sat there in silence for a while. Finally,. I want you to suck me. I want to feel your mouth on my tits. I want to feel you sucking my nipple into your mouth, sucking hard.’ ‘Do you like this? I imagine your dick is pretty hard by now, isn’t it? Have you started stroking it yet? You have my permission. Put a little bit of lotion on it. Spread the lubricant around the head. Make it slick. Slowly now … you can’t cum yet.’ She slides back on the bed, up to the head. A couple of pillows are there, propped up against the headboard. Leaning. While we danced, I waited for a good opportunity to arise before questioning her. Then, when a slow song started to play, I figured this was it.Dancing lazily with my wife, I embraced her and asked, "So, earlier when you were dancing with Brian like this, what did he whisper to you?" Oh, you saw that, did you?" Yea, I did, and also how he grabbed your ass."Brenda paused for a second as she looked at me and whispered, "Honey, you're not going to make a scene, are you?" What? No. It's your.