“Well, at least these aren’t lacy” she muttered to herself as she switched out her risqué pair for the slightly less offensive gray ones.She lo...ked at herself in the mirror. This pair definitely wasn’t as bad as what she had on when she walked in, but it was still pretty obvious that she was wearing a thong underneath her leggings. She turned slightly and looked at the obvious outline of the thong hugging the curves of her upper ass as it thinned out into nothing between her taut. 'Fuck me hard daddy.' I went down and kissed him again. He placed his big dick inside of my hole and started fucking me slowly. I lay on top of his chest as he wrapped his arms tightly around me. His pace quickened as he started fucking me balls deep. My dick started hardening on his chest. He smiled, 'You like that, don't you?' he asked, panting. I nodded my head and made out with him more. I got up and turned my back to Mr. Smith and rode his cock. I slammed my ass against his dick and made. It's much wetter and it may just be my imagination but it seems somehow more alive, more responsive. She's actually an active participant in a sex act for the first time since I married her.I can feel her pussy, still grabbing my cock and clamping down as if she's trying to milk it with her surprisingly strong vaginal muscles. But it's more than that. I can sense her enjoyment. While I was fucking her I couldn't help but be aware that she, too, was aroused. For the first time! I'm going to have. When I finally worked up enough courage to broach the subject, she shrugged off my concern, telling me that Liira had visited her a few times in her dreams to discuss what had happened. My mother had been angry at first, more because I had dabbled in the occult than over what had happened in its aftermath. Although I suspected Liira of having a hand in my mother's unexpected nonchalance, I let the issue drop, merely happy to have free reign in coupling with her.A few weeks later, on a warm.