She was always ready but this time was not. He waited and after 5 more minutes she come out, sat in the car and greeted him with a kiss as usual and a...pologised for making him wait but she had snagged her tights on the way out and went back to change them. He looked at her short legs noticing she had Navy blue tights on. The type she used to wear a 30 years ago when he first met her when he was dating her daughter and 3” strappy blue sandals to match. She was the sexy housewife and he the young. Michelle brought herselfoff while I just enjoyed sucking on her breasts. I was certainly readyfor sex but Michelle said she was trying to wait until Saturday nightwith her new husband. We both laughed about that and hugged for a bit. Itold Michelle about my father's letter and she hugged me even closer. Weslept together again. Imagine me in a respectable ballet length nightgownand Michelle in her wedding lingerie. She told me she wanted me to see itand I didn't argue. Michelle told me she just. He pulled Nena forward roughly, his big laborer's hand clutching her upper arm in a vice like grip. His thick fingers gripping upper arm like a pair of pincers.Nena lost her grip on the steel poles and cried out as her father swung her forward causing her to trip and fall forward on the dirt. Nena tried to scurry away like a little animal as her father approached nudging her with his foot, the hard boot digging into the softness of her tummy and the underside of her large swinging tits,. Lissa rolled me onto my back and mounted me again, rocking back and forth until I was past the point of no return. We slumped against each other while I held Lissa on top of me, still unable to convince my hips to slow down.Making love with Lissa has always been a slow and gentle. We just mesh together, usually in the morning. But we’d been having foreplay on the dance floor for two hours and there was nothing slow and gentle about this coupling. It was raw and passionate, a side of Lissa I.