Then we had some French kisses. She grasped my hands and guided me towards her love hole over her jeans. I unbutton the jeans and moved the zipper dow...n. I was able to move my hand to her hole which was wet with her juices. I started fingering the vaginal area.Her response was so passionate that I thought she would orgasm then and there. I stopped and she got back her senses. I opened my jeans and let her access my dick. She loved it and bent and kiss it. She was eager to suck it too but I. Her kick?"When are you going to have kids? When are you going to give me grandbabies? Jesus Joan, you have been married six years now and it is time for you to start a family. I want grandchildren."At first I was able to put her off by telling her that Donny and I had decided not to have kids until we were financially stable and that we had some places we wanted to go and some things we wanted to do before we settled down and started a family. It was our third anniversary when she started. “No thank you,” she replied with a giggle, “I came for something else.”I slowly sat back down on the couch, “Something else?” I questioned her.“I talked to Shyan earlier and she mentioned your dilemma,” she said with a flush of her cheeks.With my interest totally peaked, I said, “And?”She slowly walked toward me, as she pulled her shirt over her head and let her perky little breasts bounce. She straddled my lap and took my face in her hands, her forehead pressed against mine, and whispered, “I. She was still cross with Steven for making so much noise, and very cross with John for standing there gawking at Miss D instead of arguing. At least she had tried. The 10 minutes must have been up as there was a slight gap. Jane heard deep breathing and realised it was her, and she felt the stinging across her bottom and knew that was about to get worse as the hairbrush was next. She heard the voices outside on the patio and was cross again, with Steven, with John, with Margaret, with everyone.