There,s no “hard and fast” rule in the game of sexual love, but my favourite is with the woman or man above, most of the time a woman except for t...hat very rare occasion. With my wife Sarah I loved it when she was really horny and decided to take the initiative sometimes with her bum facing me, but preferred with her face facing me so I could fondle and suckle her large pendulous boobies which hung down just asking to be played with while she fucked herself on my rigid cock. Often she,d really. Her clit was a big red button sticking outta her labia begging to have a wet tongue and lips wrapped and sucking a swirling tongue maching it ache with pleasure. She reached around the back of my legs and pulled my cock deeper into her mouth as i was eating her so wet pussy. Spreading her labia and looking into her wet pinkness before plugging my tongue in it. Well that made her cum so hard she gushed and i felt her pussy tighten on my tongue. And knew i had to plant my cock into her. But ached. I stood back admiring her exquisite writhing, taking plenty of photos, though regretting they would be poor quality flash shots. Although she weakened quickly she still seemed to be managing shallow, panting breaths sufficient to keep her on the edge of consciousness. Her dangling legs now looked as if they were trying to perform some sort of jerky tap dance routine, in an attempt to ease her breathing I grabbed her feet and bound her ankles tightly to the tree trunk about a foot below her. Can I ask you something?' She squirmed a little and smiled. Let's see how firm she really is on backing out.I looked out towards the back yard, 'Can I show you some of the flowers that have come up?' I reached out my hand and Jean took it standing up. She squinted slightly and wiggled her ass. Then she took a deep breath and followed me out to the deck. There I pointed out a flower on a low stand. She bent over to smell the fragrance. When she stood up she flinched a little. Interesting, I.