Whenever I looked down at John’s head under my skirt I didn’t think that he was surrendering to me or demeaning himself by being literally at my f...eet. He was my husband doing something he knew I enjoyed – because he loved me. His verbal expressions of love might be infrequent but his tongue showed his love eloquently.Even when we became grandparents John still worshipped me on his knees several times a week. When my hip became painful before the operation to fit a replacement we would go to bed. She bucked hard on top of me again and gasped, "Yes." So I pinched both of them hard again and she started jerking and grinding onto my cock harder than ever. This was really getting me off so good, and her as well, that she started thrashing around so bad I had to release her breasts and just hung onto her hips as she started cuming, bringing me with her."OH MY GOD!" she yelled as her pussy contracted impossibly tight on me as I released another blitzkrieg of semen into her. We seemed to. I love the way she smells anytime but this perfume was even better. She came around my chair and I could see that she was dressed for a night of passion. She stood in front of me for a moment. She had playful sexy way she would stand so I could see just how sexy she was to me. She then took her foot and put it in my crotch. Her long leg slipped out of the slit in her mid-calf sexy dark blue dress. She pulled back her dress at the top of the slit to reveal her garter and the top of her stocking.. I mean the face is me but that body isn’t. Especially that pussy. This is photoshopped.”“What? Are you sure? These pictures look pretty real to me,” Bree stated.I rolled my eyes and said, “You’ve had sex with me before. Do you remember me having a clit ring? Or even that tattoo?”Bree looked confused, “Tattoo and a clit ring?” she mouthed. Then she looked through the photos. Not just the ones from this email but the ones I know were of me She compared the pictures. Both bodies looked very.