But instead, she took my cock in her cum covered hand, lathered me with his warm jism and buried my entire length insider her in one smooth wonderful ...otion. I could feel her wetness on my balls. I could feel their heat. I could taste him on her lips. I could feel his inspiration in her movements. She was on fire and I couldn't get enough of her. I've been fucking my wife for decades and last night, when I was fucking her in my dreams, she was the crème de la crème... the best of all my. I’ve realised what a beautiful woman you’ve become and want nothing more than to be with you. Getting an erection in the lounge a minute ago, I can understand must have been very awkward for you. Though, judging by what I’ve just caught you doing, you certainly enjoyed it,” I responded in a reassuring and truthful manner, while grabbing her arms and trying to get her to look at me. “You... Do you really mean that? Since Paris? Sorry you caught me doing that,” she hesitantly replied, with the. Turning my key in the front door, pushing it open, I my senses were assailed, the scent of her perfume hung in the air, her coat, hastily dropped on the stairs, music drifting from the kitchen. Pushing open the kitchen door with my foot, there she was stood there waiting for me, her beautiful breasts encased in satin and lace, blue and black emphasising her natural curves, matching knickers, cut high shows off her shapely legs, beautifully highlighted in black hold ups, topped with delicate. Then i removed my shorts and underwear. I asked her open her eyes and see my cock. She denied. She was shy. I took her hand and made her feel my manhood. I gave some exotic noise so that it encourages her to play with it. She stroked my cock and i was in pleasure and both of us were enjoying.She increased the pace ad stroked me hard. I was about to cum. She went down and kissed the tip. She took my tool into her mouth and slowly sucked it. She gave me a blow job, but not so intense as the hand.