I was excited by his boldness and stuttered out, “What?”He smirked even more and, in a very confident tone told me, “Just take it off and show m... those beautiful tits.”I smiled and was shocking myself as I found myself submitting to his wishes. I raised my nightgown over my head exposing my 36C tits. Barry smile got even bigger, “Oh yes there they are … those amazing tits I love.”“Caress them,” he commanded.“What? I can’t do that,” I replied.“Yes, you can! Just make believe it’s my hands. We managed our looks and came down, deciding that, i wud have to come back the next day to be a full husband.The next day, I went to her house, and found her in the same dress with the same make-up etc. I was on a lust high. But i needed to manage myself, as today I knew every drop of her is mine.I came inside, and she rushed to embrace me.And I again repeated my act of the previous night.I bend a little and kissed on her forehead. She smiled and asked me to kiss her like a husband. That give. "No. no. Don't stop! don't stop!" she groaned back.So i quickly plunged my face back into her pussy, and in seconds i was lapping away at her sweet wet pussy again as she groaned and moaned above me.After a minute or more she was really getting into it, and as she leant on the table groaning over and over in her high pitch tone, she began flexing her body back and forth, and was now pretty much fucking my face."Oh Mr Jones! Mr Jones!" she groaned as her little bald moist pussy slid back and. "Tom grinned."That sounds very... patriotic."I smiled coyly and squeezed his inner thigh with my free hand."Oh, Honey, it is Mom, Apple Pie, and the Fourth of July, all rolledinto one. It gives me chills just thinking about getting into it - or,should I say IT getting into ME."By that time, we had reached the door of the bedroom Max has meuse for 'entertaining'. I had left the door slightly ajar. I deftlyunzipped Tom's pants and eased him out of his cloth prison. I amgenerally pretty adept at.