He kissed each thigh, before kissing her most precious spot. She moaned louder, as he spread her lips, taking her little bundle of nerves in his mouth... and licked it gently. She arched her back as her orgasm threatened. He smiled, kissing his way back up to her face. He kissed her before rubbing his head up and down her opening. She moaned, and spread her legs more. He slowly put his head into her opening a few inches at first. He paused letting her get used to it, She moaned, and he pushed in. "Why did you come so far?"I proceeded to tell the story of how I had left the company I was working for and started my own company, but because of non-compete issues had to move to the west coast. I told him the story on auto-pilot as I had told the story many times before. I was concentrating on starring at his wife's big tits. Well trying not to stare anyway. Jeri and Lisa had moved a little to the side and were chatting about household stuff, curtains, furniture and crap like that. Jeri was. I was about to lose control when I thought to myself “No not like this.”I quickly get out of the room to go to the bathroom. I pulled all of my clothes off and I undress completely. I picked up my long sleeve polo shirt and smelled it thoroughly. I can still smell Greg in it; my dick is so hard it hurts. I use copious amount of my spit and I begin to jack off. I feast on the smell of Greg, how good it feels touching him, how sexy when he laugh and how cute he is when he’s trying to act tough. I. I can only say, “They are the breasts of a woman,” and from a man who loves women, that says a lot. Pooja has that subtle, confident look that some women in the middle of life are fortunate enough to have. It is the look that says to the outside world, I like myself. I’m a woman, and I’m not afraid of who I am now! Getting back to telling you what happened, it was in about our forth or fifth year of our marriage and we had moved out of the city and into a two-story apartment in the suburbs. The.