We dine as she tells me about all of her activities for the last three days. As a young married man I would become impatient when she prattled on, but...I've matured. I've learned to listen and listening is an important way to show your woman that you love her.We finish dinner. I brush and floss my teeth and use mouthwash. I shower and change into a robe. I return to the living room to find my wife flipping channels with the remote. We sit together and she leans back against me. The sensation is. Mama Breen, tears of joy on her face, thanked Dave for naming her after her Grandmother. They turned one and all to Cathy, kissing and hugging her as much as they had Dave. They had long since accepted her as one of the family, in every way. She was one of the c***dren, just as much as if she had been born to them.Dave glanced toward the back door to see their suitcases sitting there in a neat pile. Papa Breen explained that with the weather turning sour, he had decided to bring the wives and. My hands pressed into the curves of her spine. Her muscles were tense, wound up by a stress i knew nothing of. I intended to become closer to her but for now my mind was focused on keeping my cock from ripping a hole in my jeans… My whereabouts became unknown to me. Just a sweet ignorant bliss washed over me as the walls became a null value. As i worked the tension out of her smooth back, i let one arm rest on her thigh… i felt our fingers interlock in a moment of want between us. I felt a. .she felt the throbbing, the pulsing of the veins in that thick cock she was holding. She felt the warm ooze of his cum through the cool cotton and she squeezed...making sure every last drop was indeed out of him. Her eyes opened wide as she felt his thrust become faster, his thumb was strumming her clit and she leaned back into him. Extracting her hand from his pants she put her hand on the one he was using on her and drove it deeper into her sex. "More baby...more...oh…God MOOOOORE" she.