What?’ There were stupid snickers from the others, but Brian continued on as if he had the best piece of golden advice to ever grace our ears. ‘Do...’t you get it? Before you seriously start datin’ a bird, you should check out her mum. Her mum is, like, the perfect proof of what she’s gonna look like when she gets old.’ ‘Oh my God,’ Wes had chuckled. ‘So does her mum look good after hittin’ forty? Yes? Great, go for it. If not, eh. Better not.’ ‘Jesus, man.’ Looking at Violet now, it was hard to. Wow it was so smooth and nice. I slowly pushed my hand in down. She pulled her stomach in so my hand could glide in. The positioning was not too good and comfortable but still I was managing. And she was also trying her best to make it better. I slowly reached for the pussy. I could feel her hair in my fingers I rubbed I softly and went more down. That was the maximum I could reach. I could feel her pusy. It was already wet and slippery. I rubbed it slowly. As I was rubbing it slowly she held. With his free hand he again wraps my hair around his fingers, pulling my head back hard so that my back arches in an almost impossible curve. Then without coming out of me an inch, he turns us both around. He drags me, impaled on his cock, to the door way again and perches himself on the lowest step, lifting me into his lap o straddle him, my feet barely reaching the ground.I start to lever myself up and down, riding his cock hard, in an attemot to release theunbearable sexual tensin thats been. I tried my hardest to be the wife, to change my ways, to please a husband that didn't need pleasing. He was way too easy to please, his idea of kinky sex was, well, non existent. He thought I was being naughty just by riding him cow girl. I tried to introduce him to a few things, i knew I had my work cut out, but my god this guy was hard work. I didn't need this shit anymore. I'd made a major mistake and very soon the real me came back to the surface.Sex was something we never really talked.