But now Oliver found the need to process what was happening at work fading when faced with his wife's bedroom eyes. His wife of 14 years was still gor...eous, with lightly tanned skin, blonde hair cut to hang just to her chin and a body kept lean and firm with a weekly spinning class and yoga three times a week. She leaned in and kissed him, a little peck on the lips. He grinned and grabbed her shoulders as she tried to back away, pulling her in close and mashing his lips hungrily to hers, in. “Do it, Daddy. Just do it! Paint us!”“Yes!” I growled, the pleasure swelling and swelling. I would erupt on them. I would paint them. I would just coat them in my jizz. “Fuck, yes!”My cock erupted. My spunk fired on their faces. It splashed across them. I shuddered as I painted their features. Jizz coated their cheeks and noses. Ropy lines of my passion drenched them. The creamy passion dribbled down their foreheads and the bridges of their noses. My chest rose and fell, the pleasure slamming. He quickly scribbled inside the matchbook cover, and then shut it again. "Just take that match book to the lady standing there, and give it to her." Whatcha want me to tell her" the k** asked."Nothing" Alex smiled. "She'll know. Just hand it to her and a quick ten spot."As the young server took the matchbook, Alex slipped off the patio and headed for the tent hidden in the darkness.Grace was surprised when the young server approached her, she hadn't asked for a drink. When the young man. I whimpered and moaned softly in a mix of pleasure in pain. He softly growled into my ear "You have good taste, whose knickers do you think you're wearing you little bitch"I let out a deep grunt as he bottomed out in me before I could feel his spasming as he fired another load into me. I lay there panting. Before I knew it, these words left my mouth "I know you took these off her. I want to watch. I want to wear her tights" He pulled me up by the hair, his fat cock sliding out of me making me.