I lube my middle finger in my mouth and slowly start to frig myself as I move my salivating mouth toward his crotch. Mmm... so musky. In addition to h...s own manly scent, I of course, smell my own cunt on him. He really had his way with me last night. I’m practically drooling with his massive, pretty cock twitching just inches from my mouth. I am no match for that kind of temptation. I slowly descend onto him, wrapping my lips around his thick manhood. Mmm, so salty as I bob on his swollen knob. I thank God there is a shower in the mud room. I don’t want to wake him up before I have to. He needs the rest so much. I wash my hair, condition it, and wash up. After my shower I walk to the stairs while drying my hair with a towel. Trying to tiptoe up three flights of stairs is not easy, let me tell you. After one flight I give up. Its no use anyway. The second I go to lay down he is gonna wake up anyway. I made it to the door of our bedroom before he woke up. A small miracle in my book.. I kissed on her waist slowly I removed her saree completely.Now I moved up to her boobs kissing them from outside blouse, kissing her chest. My hand was still caressing her soft belly, searching for knot of her petticoat. I untied knot of her petticoat, slowly removed it and pulled it down with the help of my toes. I could smell her wet panty. She removed my shorts and t-shirt both of us sat on the bed, and I hugged her from behind kissing on her back and neck. I pressed her boobs and she. Those extra pounds didn't matter to me because as far as I was concerned those pounds were in all the right places and Trish was still the sexiest woman I'd ever seen. Besides, who was I to say anything about extra weight? I was fifteen pounds heavier than I was on the day we were married. I blame most of it Trish being a great cook. And I did fight it. I worked out at the gym three days a week and I ran four miles a day on the days I didn't go to the gym. Even if I have to say so myself I.