Licking her rosebud as I stroke her clit, her breath hitches and I start to tongue fuck her sweet arse. Spreading her cheeks with my hands, I continue...to lubricate her before wetting my fingers in her juices.I push two fingers into her tight canal and she bucks beneath me. As I finger her, I feel precum trickle from my cock. I loosen her tight rosebud, increasing it to three fingers as my thumb strokes her clit. I wonder whether to be nice and then decide that a nasty cocksucking wife shouldn't. It took me a year or so to get rid of my old beer gut,’ I said. ‘Not that I think you…I mean you don’t have…’ I was blushing a little at my faux pas, and Mail Girl laughed. ‘Don’t worry, I know what you mean,’ she said, smiling. ‘Yeah, well, you look good I mean,’ I said, and this time it was Mail Girl who blushed a little. She suddenly looked shy, and I caught her stealing another quick glimpse of my nearly naked crotch. I was slowly realizing she was really cute, even with the unflattering. Cummmmm.....ooooooooohhhh!”Her body tensed and Steve could feel her pussy clamp down, spasming and milking his cock. He slowed his rhythm, but kept moving her body up and down his throbbing shaft. Her juices flowed freely over his cock and balls. He could feel them dripping off him and onto the ground. He worked her through her climax and then began fucking her faster and faster, pushing her towards another orgasm. Pumping in and out of her, he felt his scrotum tighten, his balls nestling up. "Looking good, Dad," Arlene said as Kayla beat her to Jeff's lap."Show us," Kayla said as she put an arm around him, snuggling."Well, I'm not very good with this. I just lost the darned thing for a second when I sent it to the other side of the room. But at least with a wadded-up piece of paper and the lower power, I haven't hurt anything – yet."Kayla wiggled into the position she wanted – one arm behind him and a braless breast pushed against his side. Something other than Jeff's mind was well.