"But now that he'll be done with that inspection, maybe he'll be more receptive to you suggesting going to see a marriage counselor." He won't do that..." answered Bonnie quickly. "Just the idea of me suggesting something was wrong with our marriage would be enough to make him crazy." Crazy enough to hit you?" asked Liz, worriedly."Hey, if he hits you, then you can sue his sorry ass for divorce, and take him for everything that little dicked asshole's got!" put in Shelly, enthusiastically.Bonnie. Afterwards, we sat back and relaxed with the remainder of the wine.We were talking about the trip and the campground. Michelle was grinning and turning a little pink. I asked her what was wrong."I promise I wasn't snooping, but when I pulled out the towels from in the bedroom, a bunch of DVDs fell out of the shelf. The titles looked interesting. Are those really movies of people having sex?"I had forgotten about my movie collection. Now it was my turn to be a little embarrassed. "Yes Mickey,. " That would be great Sam," I beamed at him.Clearly, he was uncomfortable with my presence. The fidgeting gave himaway.I followed him to the kitchen, startling him. "You don't have to help,"he said earnestly. "Why don't you wait in the living room and I'll getyou your tea?"I brushed aside his protests. "Nonsense. I'll give you a hand. Or atleast give you some company." He shrugged and started doing his work. Heseemed natural in the kitchen. Working smoothly, neatly. The only soundbeing the. Instantly, I lowered my even tighter brown hole atop his phat knob. It began to penetrate it my wanting to be fucked asshole as she inserted multiple fingers into her petite opening His cock filled my ass canal to the brim with rim, feeling like he was boring an even wider tunnel inside. He was plunging every inch of his massive cock deeply into my bowels. "Fuck it hard Poppy, you know I like it rough in my ass"! I noticed the guy in the seat in front of us was listening to our sounds, as his.