He took a moment to appreciate my boobs before he dug his face in and started sucking me wildly. He held my hands over my head as he sucked on my nipp...es. He circled them and occasionally bit the nipples too.I did not expect him to have such a strong sex game, to be honest, but I loved every moment. He then picked me up in his arms, took me to the bedroom, and dropped me on the bed. He quickly took off his t-shirt and jeans as I watched him lying on the bed and then jumped on top of me.He. He was dressed in a repair man's uniform...possibly a cable repairman...but then he was gone. So her eyes gazed around to all the pictures around the room, before she focused in on one in particular...an old picture from when they were dating ages ago. Her husband looked so much younger and in shape back then. He even had hair. Those were the good times before he let himself go and age caught up to him.Meanwhile, she aged gracefully. She couldn't pass for a 21 year old anymore, but people still. MY WIFE ISN'T A MODEL BUT A NICE TAKEN CARE OF FRAME. AVG. SIZE BREAST AND A SOLID FIRM SQUEEAZABLE ASS WITH TONED LONG LEGS.SHE WAS SHAKING THOSE HIPS AND BOOBS WERE BOUNCING SHOWWING A BIT OF CLEAVAGE AND WOULD SQUEEZE THEM UP FROM BEHIND AND GLIDE MY HAND UP HER THIGH TO SHOW A BIT OF THOSE HIPS. WE WERE ALL FEELING PRETTY GOD WHEN WE DECIDED TO HEAD BACK TO MY PLACE JUST A FEW MINUTES AWAY.WHEN WE GOT THERE WE GOR A FEW MORE DRINKS AND CHATTED FOR A BIT AND MY WIFE TURNED ON SOME MUSIC. MY. I had always been passionate about the South. In my dream, Sicily was always covered in gold. Everything was gold: the golden Baroque cities glistening under the glowing sun of August, and far away, the gently rising mountains of Theocritus directing our gaze to Homer's wine-dark sea. Now when I look back at myself at the age of fifteen, I recall only two pieces of literature that lent my monotonous school life a subtle romantic air: A la recherche du temps perdu by Marcel Proust and the.