”“But none of was going to marry, officially; didn’t we agree?”“Yes. I told her that I didn’t see us getting married, but that didn’t st...p her with her ‘what if’s. She does go on and on, Reg, and that winds me up. Give me a hug, my man. I need your arms around me for a while, until I get calm again.”Reg did as asked, and enjoyed the companionship as well as the love he felt for her. It was with regret that he left her later, as Prudence had been promised his love that night.In the morning, he. After that it was carpet so we were safe. Inside Amy's bedroom it was hot and steamy thanks to the kettle, so we began sweating immediately. "Kneel on the bed," she said and reached under the bed.I knelt at the end of the bed facing the rocking chair as Amy brought out a large reel of thick material. She rapped a strip around the bed and my legs to hold them in position without slipping. With another strip she tied her ankles together then she climbed on to the rocking chair facing away from me. Her eyes looked down the length of her husband's hard muscular body to the tightly curled black patch of pubic hairs where his heavily throbbing cock thrust out in obscene majesty. The huge pole hung above her like a sword, darkened at the head, and pulsing in anticipation. Oh God... in her mouth... yes... she wanted its throbbing hotness in her mouth. He liked to be sucked, and she loved it!Impatiently, John jerked her head forward, until her softly petaled lips touched the achingly eager head. I feel your nipples getting firm under my cleansing touches. Your pressing back into me is a bit awkward and you brace against the wall with your arms and hands held high. I lean over and quietly ask if you would like me to shampoo your long hair for you. Your answer is to moan quietly and press your curves back against me even harder and to wiggle that soapy butt against my cock and pelvis. I take the shampoo bottle from the shelf and pour a good dollop of soap into my hand. Then I start to.