We were much in love and there are very few twenty-somethings who worry about the medium to long term future, even if they spend some time thinking ab...ut it or discussing it. Our plan had been a simple one. Somewhere between the fifth and tenth years of our marriage (that’s 28-33 years of age) we would hope to have one or two children. We would almost certainly move away from London, to both a cheaper part of the country and one in which children might have more freedom. We might both continue. She continued stroking my cock as she started to massage Joyce’s clit. Joyce let out a small moan. “See how nice it is to help others out?”, I said as I moved myself closer towards Joyce’s pussy. Sheila ran her fingers up and down Joyce’s slit as Joyce moaned out even louder. “Oh God, I want to sink my cock in her. Get my cock wet with her juices, Sheila!” She stopped stroking me and spread Joyce’s lips open with her other hand. She pulled my cock to her wet slit. She moved my cock head up and. I ran my fingers around inside of her pussy and was amazed at the similarities as well as the differences I felt within her. The texture of her vaginal tissue was so very like mine but her "G-spot" was much more pronounced than mine was. Mine is a little peanut while hers was about the size of an almond. Also, by the way that her body shook when I massaged it, I would say it was much more sensitive as well.As I worked her G-spot, Samantha became aggressive pulling my head back by my wet hair. They walked up the stairs and into the bedroom. The man stepped back a bit and took her hands. They lovingly gazed into each other's eyes."Love you, Mrs. Warren." Mmmm, the feeling is most mutual." They hugged and kissed some more. Then the woman broke the kiss. "I'll be back in a second." She went into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her.The man called, "I've got some champagne downstairs." He left the room and went down the stairs.Gina slowly removed the wedding gown, stripping naked.