As far as Mathias is concerned, Miranda looks even more beautiful with tears in her eyes. He reaches down, cupping her chin in his hand as he places h...s lips to hers, his tongue easily gaining entry into her mouth as Miranda moans lightly in protest. After a moment though she submits, letting his tongue take charge of her own, and her little hands reach up to rest on his chest as they kiss deeply. Mathias slowly pulls back, feeling his stiff prick ready to bust a load in his pants; kissing. But fantasies are one thing, and actually doing it quite another.A little about us... We've been married about a year, I'm 27, and he's 35. I'm about 5'6", 125lbs with "C" breasts and a flat stomach. He's about 6'0", 190 lbs, muscular and with some sexy hair on his chest and very strong arms.While on the one hand it did excite me a little to think about the possibilities... Although I wouldn't tell him that I did "play" with the thought from time to time. Anyway... one day we were out drinking. .. I can feel his dick stretching me!” “I’m right up against her cherry Auntie...” “Alright now.... both of you take a deep breath. and relax a moment...” “God mamma your hand feels so good rubbing my clit, I think I’m about to cum!” “That’s great baby, go with the feeling! Peter, when she hits her peak, push it through!” “Oh wow she feels so good Auntie, do I really get to cum in her?” “Yes Peter, the only regret I ever had about your dad was I didn’t let him breed me. Tonight baby gets the. But soon she seethed. Finally she ran back to the stage. My wife didn't bother hiding her mocking attitude, creating the final straw. I wanted to smack that smug smile off her face, the first time I ever felt that close to hitting her. And I wanted to run to Melinda and comfort her.Instead I grabbed my wife's arm and led her upstairs away from the crowd. "Follow us, Henry," I grumbled.My handsome, intelligent son had chosen the rebellious path. In his case, opposing me meant no music, no.