I belong to someone finally. I am His. I am not rejected or unwanted, but truly in His heart and soul as He is deep within mine, entwined and bonded.I...tilted my head into the crook of his neck and enticed him to kiss me. Leaning down to capture my lips, I bit his lower lip slightly, he groaned, his mouth opened, and I thrust my tongue inside wanting to taste him, to be devoured by him. Our tongues met with such force I could almost orgasm from the powerful, demanding kiss. I felt his hands cup. ? ?She worked me expertly with her hand and lots of spit.? ?Pretty soon she was moaning and began to tremble as her pussy felt better and better.? “?Mmmm,? ?keep that up?! ?My husband doesn’t do this.? ?Not so hard and a little slower.? ?That’s it?! ?Now you’re getting?’ ?it?! ?Use two mouths?! ?I mean,? ?use both hands to pull me open?!” I did.? ?She was quite stretched out now and looking inside,? ?I could see her juice collecting in little pools in the folds of her flesh.? “?Man this is. My mother would have felt that she had betrayed me, much less my future wife, if she had sent me off into the world unable to cook some meals. On the other hand, the women of her family gathered in the kitchen on feast-preparation days; men weren't, and aren't, invited.I told Dad that this was one custom which was not being passed on to the next generation."Well, I'm not feeling guilty," he said. "I'm her audience when you kids are gone, but it's clearly not the same. Your mother is such a. "If you're so worried about how I use it maybe you could come by and show me YOUR technique." She said in a low voice, easily trumping what I thought was a great parting shot.When I turned to look at what had caught my coat I saw her hand as she spoke her words. My eyes traveled up her body to her face. She had a pouty look with doe-like eyes that only said one thing - SEX. The near 20 years she had on me gave her lots of experience in perfecting that look in conveying just what she wanted."Ms..