She wanted him torip off her nightie and throw her down and fuck her right there onthe kitchen floor, even though she knew that was crazy. Her cuntwa...s wet for him. “I can’t help it!” Rick whispered. “You-have to help it,” she said, trying to sound firm.“Here.” She poured a glass of iced tea for him and handed it to him.She closed the refrigerator door before he could look too long ather body through her nightie. But Rick set the glass on. Her eyes widened further as she watched her new husband undo the belt of his dressing gown and peel it off. She marveled at his strong and manly physique, the wide and muscular shoulders, the well-formed sinews of his arms, the thick hair which covered his chest, still a dark black like that on his head, the narrowness of his waist. Her gaze stopped as her eyes lowered and she gasped at the sight of his manhood. It was huge! Long and thick, surrounded by a dark mass of hair which could not hide. It frightened Barry so much that he didn't even come.Deana had wanted to get married, but Barry had a lot of school still ahead of him and pointed out the wisdom of waiting. Deana's parents, of course, concurred. With his heavy study load he didn't have enough time for Deana and she often felt neglected. Their sex life fell into a schedule. Barry was a nut for schedules and they fucked once a week, always on Wednesdays. Today was Wednesday. Deana let the smoke slide easily from her lips and. "Sorting out a few old but good toys for the new church playgroup," I said."Want a hand?" Jean asked."If you don't mind getting dusty," I replied.Jean came round and started helping with some of the more awkward boxes and we soon had the stuff stacked in a dry area ready for packing."Thanks," I said. "You helped make that much easier."Jean smiled. "It's what good neighbours do." She then kissed me. "God I want you John," she whispered in my ear.I glanced around, we were out of sight of the.