Tamara had allowed a third person to dictate how she and I should live our lives."Once I came to that realization, I knew that our relationship would ...ever be the same again. That made me very sad and I just sat in my apartment silently crying for what we had lost. The question then was did I want to pursue a relationship with Tamara. It would not be the same, but it might be a very good life and we did love each other. I had almost convinced myself to talk with Tamara and to try and. Her attention turned to Paul and she opened her legs still further. With a grin, Paul held her thighs, smug and full of confidence as he teased. The head of his cock was opening her lips. I heard a whimper coming from my wife. Laughing at her, Paul looked down, his shaft in his hand and the big head was wiped up and down her wet lips. “You want my cock, Sharon?” “Fuck, yes,” my wife hissed. “You’re going to take every inch,” he grunted. “Fuck, yes.” she replied again, her hips searching for. ”My favorite piece of music from I DO, I DO popped into my head and I sang it to her softly:“In only a moment we both will be old,We won’t even notice the world turning cold,And so in this moment with sunlight aboveMy cup runneth over with love.”Carol said, “There’s that word again, LOVE.”We arrived at the apartment, Carol took the bag of stuff and I picked up Carol to take her inside.“I’m too tired for anything right now, lover – but, in the morning, you are going to get very, very lucky,” she. At nine inches, its massive (though not asmassive as my own), and it looks good erect, but unused, as she lies onher back, her hips tilted upward and forward, and her legs spread wide,with my cock shoved through her anus as I hold the back of her rightthigh, just below the knee, bouncing my hips to drive my prick back andforth inside her skewered buttocks. In the throes of passion, shefrowns, grits her teeth, and grasps her erection, pounding it hard in herhand, as I pound her hard from.