I'm Jenna and I've been married for five years to a wonderful man named Fred. Fred adores me in everyway. He calls me his little trophy wife among oth...r sweet things.Fred had a few of those boyish habits when we started dating. You know the typical things a man loves to do. Watch sports, among others. I think his worse habit was having me dressed up like a slut for him and parade around the house like a wanton whore.Oh my gosh, I can feel him moving again. Oh, he's really learning how to kick. She kissed all the way down my body and slowly, very slowly took my erection into her mouth. I shuddered. I have to say it was probably the best my cock had ever felt as it entered a moist mouth and with a bit of advise and encouragement Mary had me ready to fill her mouth. I went to pull away but she stopped me.“I want to do this daddy. I want to taste you.” She said softlyI relaxed and gave myself over to her ever increasing expertise. The feeling as my seed erupted into her mouth was. And she does, as her body goes completely tense, and he feels her legs constrict around him once, twice, thrice, and she buries her face in a pillow and moans heavily, her first orgasm of the night a short, intense one.Her eyes still adjusting to the post-orgasm world, she looks down at him between her legs, and remembers what it is she agreed to. Were it not his birthday, she would have little hesitation asking for another go, but instead, she rolls over onto her belly, and fishes through his. "This place is kinda tucked out of the way - do you get a lot of business here?" he asked, making conversation."No, not really. Actually I wonder sometimes why we bother. On days like this it doesn't make a whole lot of sense to even open up. As you can see it's not exactly packed tight in here!" she said."Well, I'm glad you were open. My bike was starting to complain about the heat, and I wasn't doing so good myself!" he said.Tanya-Lynn put a hand on the chair next to him, "Do you mind?" she.