“Suck me hard, I am going to fuck you again. We are going to fuck in the living room. Then we fuck in the den.” “I can hardly wait until we get ...to the bedroom.” “You have to earn your way back to our bedroom.” Uncertain thoughts abounded. Laura wondered what had got inside Dan’s head; she wondered what could possibly have set him off like this. 'He knew I was with Greg, what is wrong? What could possibly be wrong with my husband?' The living room in their home was a seldom used place. It held. Carlton never brought his work -- management of the remnants of the United States of America -- to her bedroom: this was her sacred space, and topics discussed here were of her choosing.He had hoped that one particular subject wouldn't rise, but as he rose to leave, she intercepted him with, "Is this really necessary?"He hesitated before answering, toying with the bouquet of flowers his pre-teen daughter had picked from the South Garden. He turned and looked to his wife of 14 years. "I must do. Joe had me spit in my hand to slick it up a bit. That made it a lot easier.After a few minutes of that, Joe asked me to stop. I thought that was the end of our fun for the night. Before the disappointment could settle in though, he reached over and got a firm grip on my cock. What a sensation! I'd never had someone touch my cock before (ok not since actually hitting puberty anyway), and it felt great. Up to this point I thought jerking off was a good feeling. Now I knew that it paled in. . a magnificent bosom, was a wondrous vision. Denise is only about five feet four, yes - wide motherly hips, but slim shapely legs and ankles. Her and her husband Brian are also friends of ours via a group we belong to and have various one day meets in set venues or weekends away. All based on our love of classic cars and in just the three of us knowledge, Corinne in the dark, I’d loaned him a lump of cash to get them out of a hole.My wife went off for the day leaving me odds and sods of minor.