She just hates it. It's not that she's real religious or a prude or anything of that sort, she just doesn't find it appealing. She tells me it's dis...usting to see women in poses like that, showing off every inch of their bodies. I'd like to say that I can understand her point of view, but quite frankly, I can't. I keep telling her that the human body is a natural and beautiful thing (especially on these women) and that there is nothing really wrong with putting it on display. We've gone. .. more!" he answered."Then why can't we have sex!" We can't!"Totally confused, Mandy said, "But I want to!"Bob moved his hands to under her armpits and gently moved her away, increasing the space between them to a couple of inches. Then he looked down between them.When her eyes didn't follow his, he looked at her hard, frowned and glanced down again. She scowled not understanding.With the third try to make her look down, she finally figured it out and looked down. Way down ... to where their. The pleasure rippled down my cock. The friction burned and made me shudder. I gripped her hips and thrust into her, bringing another grunt from her lips, my balls smacking into her taint.“Fuck her ass, Daddy!” Kitty cheered, bouncing on the edges, her pigtails dancing. She acted like a cheerleader. “Punish her whore-ass!”I punished my wife. I fucked her hard, savoring her bowels finally wrapped about my dick. The heat caressed my dick. I grunted, slamming into her, my crotch smacking into her. “I have some of Shelly’s ham and tomato soup?” she said.“Perfect,” Dale replied. He knew as well as Terry did that Shelly’s soups were a meal in themselves. So, they sat side by side at the table and enjoyed a simple meal. They were both happy just to be together.“So, when are we getting married?” Dale asked.Terry nearly choked on her soup.“Married?” she spluttered.“I was thinking about Boxing Day. That still gives you about two months to do what you ladies do. Mum said she’d love to come for.