My hands massage your arms and your tummy until you turn, wrapping your legs around me. You give me a welcome home smile and then we are kissing. I a...ways find it so amazing how every kiss we share is always perfect, the right amount of lips and tongue and sighs. At first my hands trace your curves with a light touch but then we get caught up in the storm we are creating and my arms wrap around you tightly almost fiercely like if I were made to let go right now I would die. I finally break our. ..You gasp as you feel me start to kiss down your neck, until my lips touch the top edge of your dress, and you almost jump back as I take the top button of the button down dress in my mouth and pull it open... I continue my way down, opening one button at a time with my lips, and I can hear you gasping with every button I open... After the third or forth button you can start to feel the cool breeze blowing across your chest... and press your chest out to try to capture more of the breeze.I. Focused and relentless he worked, seeking to repair the damage and put her soul back together. With each change of needles and inks, he wove subtleties and variations into the spell he drew in permanent ink on the canvas of her skin.Sweat formed on his brow. His heart pounded in his ears in time with the music and his chanting. His calves and ass muscles began to ache from pushing. His balls felt knotted and tight from keeping control of his thrusts, fucking consistently enough to stay hard but. A large, rather rotund man of at least 40 years old, was on top of her, groaning and huffing like a bull as he roughly fucked her. I could not see his face clearly, but based on the photograph from the library, I was sure it was her husband, James.Her face was toward me, staring off in to the distance with a blank expression of resignation. She grunted in pain each time the full weight of this glob of a man smashed against her.She looked up and saw me, then held her hand out, as if reaching for.