She can't be a cheating slut and enjoy it, too. And get away with it. It would be a crying shame.Look at poor George, you say.Poor? I bet he is richer...than you. He loves his little wife with innocent trust. He is proud of how bubbly and sexy she is.He is happy.He never even asks himself why Christmas is so early each year. And so often. His sweet wife keeps bringing all those adventurous new love games into his bedroom, and he has no clue. He just accepts them gratefully.He should. They are. They peeked. It would be a boy. A love child boy made on a bed of clouds.They plan to call him Richard after Pooty's great-grandfather, Dewey Richard Renfrew Prissyfoot. The child would be Richard Sniffer. Or Dick Sniffer. Or Dickie Sniffer. Oh, yes, we can hear it now. "Hey, wanna give my dickie a sniffy, Dickie Sniffer?" Poor kid. Will parents ever learn? Or never learn?It reminds me of the inimitable real-life Hogg sisters, Ima and Ura. They'd get a kick out of meeting new people. Ima would. Hell I was frustrated too but I had to work. “you are.” Jamie smiled and ran my hand along her nipple. “hhmm.” Jamie gasped and I smiled, her eyes closed and I bent down and took her nipple between my lips. Sucking hard letting it pop back out of my mouth. “I kissed my way to her other nipple. I blew softly on it and smiled watching goose bumps form on her skin. “oh.” Jaime breathed and I sucked it between my lips. I ran my tongue around it in circles before i kissed my way back down her body.. Steph dropped all pretenses and ripped the blanket away so she could ride my cock properly. Now it was their turn for a show as they watched their aunt plant her feet and lift her hips before impaling herself back onto their father's cock. At this point whatever choreographed show went out of the window as they watched a skilled fucking.They watched their aunt flex and shift at just the right times to get the most out of each thrust. She rode my cock with a practiced ease as the soft walls.