I have never felt closer to anyone, physically or mentally, than I did at the moment. We kissed, slowly, languorously, seductively, worshiping each ot...er with tongues, cock, cunt, and hands.After a long time, we started moving.We were not fucking this time, but making love, slowly, gracefully, passionately. The kind of love-making I used to dream might be possible – and now was. It was a blessing, and we offered it to each other.Tears started rolling down my cheeks, and when he felt them. “Nice legs by the way.” A flush came to her cheeks. “Perhaps I should tell you what else my friend’s wife was disciplined for?” “Th... there was more?” Rod nodded. “And what was that then?” “Well like most other red blooded males my friend wanted her in stockings all the time instead of those horrible passion killers called tights.” “You’re not suggesting...” Rod quickly shook his head. “Like I already said, you’re the boss and besides, it would be offensive of me to tell you what. Her husband was going to force his rather large member into the tight well of her bottom hole?! The disgusting man. It was if he was no more than the lowest type of vagabond who was ruled by the drink and his lust! That she knew such practices were indulged was of no matter. She was a lady and should be treated as befitting her station as mother and head of the household. She had her respectability to think about. More than anything, she suspected such an act would be very uncomfortable. She'd enjoyed it often herself, of course, but equally enjoyed see it liberally shared. All four of us stared for several seconds as it pulsed and throbbed with his heartbeat until Judy pressed it down to her yearning opening and he slowly forced his full length back inside of Judy's pink vaginal walls, impaling her mercilessly with his full length and breadth. Judy made a soft "Oh!" as her eyes rolled back in her head and she enjoyed every inch of his cock sliding confidently back in. Holding.