I looked at the walls and saw several portraits we had done when we were married. The house looked as if a couple lived here! Maybe she needs her head...examined!She came from the kitchen with 2 long necks and handed me one, then we sat down."This place is beautiful, Lisa. Nice job!" I commented."Thank you. I hoped you liked it. Did you buy a house in St. Louis?" Nah, I'm renting an apartment. Didn't want to get into a debt just yet, until I met 'hell bitch', that is." Hell Bitch? Where did that. He could hear her moan softly as he gently massaged her naked chest and a yelp caught in her throat when he unexpectedly pinched her nipples. His eyes were riveted on her rack, mesmerized by her undulating tits even as his hands roamed all over her torso, gliding across her stomach, holding her ribcage, caressing her clavicle, and fondling her bouncing bust. Overwhelmed by lust for her tits he lost track of time as he bent over her and gently sucked her nipples, pushing her forward so. I would look at them alone. This was not something we could do together.3. Not only was she not to buy them, she was not to look at them even in my absence. If she found them accidentally she was to put them back at once without looking at them.Did she understand? Yes. She looked so repentant that I let her have a few kind words to the effect that she had meant well. I accepted her proffered apology, and she looked a bit less miserable and returned to her cooking.This was yet another strange. ‘Never mind now! It feels great, now start rubbing up and down. Start off slowly, and then increase speed. And if you really want to make it feel great, stay near the tip!’ She started rubbing, sending more waves of pleasure up my body. The harder she rubbed, the more my breathing quickened. She went faster, and eventually started rubbing just the tip. I breathed heavily and pulled her lips to mine. ‘I’m going to cum soon, baby! Just keep going! Just keep doing that!’ She French kissed me.