I am a 30 year-old married man. I have been married for five years to my wife Danielle. She is an absolute beauty of a woman. I remember when we were ...married, I felt like I was the luckiest man in the world. Since I am no hunk myself, standing at just five foot six and extremely lanky, I felt like I didn’t deserve such a nice, gorgeous wonderful woman.Let me describe my wife to you. Danielle is five foot seven, fair with blonde hair. Her bright blue eyes and charming smile are a delight to. Her little cunt gushed out gallons of hot pussy juice. It overflowed her pussy and splashed down her thighs and onto the surface of the sofa.Nick inhaled deeply, savoring the fragrance of his little sister's hot cunt-juice. He moved one hand down to her pussy, thrusting his fingers between her puffy cunt-lips. He continued to suck and nibble her gigantic tits. His fingers slipped wetly over her juicy pussy as her pussy-juice drenched his hand. Knowing that the young girl was so hot for his big. He had been in touch with my father and between them they had decided that the first priority regarding the restoration if the house was the roof. They also decided that work should begin as soon as possible.Since they were planning to use the tiles that would, as far as possible match the originals we had no difficulty with the planning authorities or those responsible for historic buildings. Dad was left to arrange the work with a local building firm which had a proven track record of first. I sat sullenly drinking my drink, contemplating that it seemed no one here cared for me. Sarah sat down and looked around. “Greg where were you?” she asked with genuine concern. Now I had to be wise about this. I could lie and avoid embarrassment or I could tell her the truth. I decided a lie would be better so I told her I had to take a phone call from a friend going through a break up. She accepted this and I got more involved in the group. She stayed by my side most of the night as the group.