I say bad girl …. I then kiss your neck and body against the wall. I can smell your body and sex I drives my wild kissing your belly and legs with l...ng licks.Then you try to touch my cock but I push your hand away and say- 'not yet you ll have to wait for that'. I hold your hand and take you to your bedroom. There I kiss you again but I also pull away teasing your neck with licks and soft kisses. We kiss again passionately and swift move I push you into the bed I look at your leopard nickers I. With the little light that there was from the fire, all I could see was the black shaft of my cock entering the black shadow of her body. She raised herself and the wetness of her on my cock glistened in the firelight as it re appeared from inside her. She let herself down again and my cock was lost from view. She placed her hands on my shoulders and started grinding back and forth – my cock moving in and out. “Suck my nipples”she said, so I raised my head and took one nipple in my mouth and. Certainly, some of her sexual activities over the last months were way beyond the pale. The mix of feelings I have had are intense, but probably not too healthy. I've swung from horny as a tomcat to repulsed and angered by all of what has happened.I looked at what was happening and tried to see if I could provide Suzanne what she seemed to be looking for from John. After some searching, I decided that I didn't really have it in me to slap or demean my wife like that. I just didn't know where. Mr. Prince was a thin, tired man. He was more interested in food and such than in anything else. He said he was considering selling up – developers were interested."Because of Banjo?" I asked."Yes. There was a movie and now folks are more interested in him. We read some of his poems when I was at school." "Most likely sang at least one." "Eh?" "Banjo Paterson wrote 'Waltzing Mathilda'." "Garn!," Mrs. Prince added."No, really. I brought the poems with me. I'll show you it later." We washed up.