‘No problem,’ I nodded, unable to take my eyes from her figure—the round fullness of her breasts, the cleavage that the scoop neck of her shirt ...evealed. The tiny waist and the robust flare of her hips within the denim shorts she wore. The shapely legs. My cheeks were aflame with embarrassment. ‘Are you looking for something in particular?’ she inquired politely, seeing the confusion and discomfiture on my face. ‘Oh… Yes, I am, actually. I have a list here, and I just happen to need a lot of. I still think you might.”I was suddenly feeling a lot more confident. “I’m sure happy to hear that!”“Now!” he asked, peering into my eyes like he was examining my brain, “Does that alter your thinking about wanting to invite men and women of your species to join us on our journey?”“No! It’s not just about me, Grandfather! Look, we’ve done a terrible thing! I know that! But most of us want the same things you want - a clean, healthy place to live and work and raise our kids. It’s true my people. Ann ignores it."Well... yes. A lot. But also touching and kissing and not always trying to outguess each other. We came to an understanding about it. A real understanding, not one of those situations where you each promise to try to do better and be more understanding"A compromise?" No. The opposite. We stopped trying to compromise everything. It wasn't working. It was the problem, not the solution. We were compromising our marriage to death. Bob would want sex when I didn't and if I wanted to. "Mmmmh fuck it feels so good but it's so wrong," she moans feeling his cock slide between her tits faster while looking at his his cock between her tits, "'mmmmh fuck they're so huge I love them! Mmmh you can have my huge tits!" She moans softly watching him pull her spandex shorts with her panties off tossing them to the side, he lifts her thick legs on his shoulders stuffing his massive cock into her pussy. "Mmmh fuck it's so huge! Oh fuck yes" she moans loudly feeling his cock stretch her.