” “Did you let him touch you?” “I let him bare my boobs again and touch them but I wouldn't let him take off my skirt or panties. He tried... but I told him I'm on my period. He didn’t seem to care but I kept his hands away.” “Did you touch him?” “We snogged a lot more; he nuzzled my boobs; I undid his belt, slid down his jeans and pants, took out his cock, and gave him a blow job.” “Was it a good one?” “He said it was the best he’s had. I think he was lying but I don’t care!" Oh my. Nick rushed home from an extended vacation to Europe to help make the final arrangements and attend the funeral. He arrived to find his numerous siblings in an uproar. While the rest of their father’s fortune was intact and accounted for in his will, the possession that they all coveted the most was unaccounted for- the Ring was missing. About a dozen men and women gathered that day at the cemetery to see Nick’s father off into the afterlife. Jack Fesseden was not a particularly loved by those. I have nothing to complaint about my husband, he is not only a loving husband but he is also a loving and a responsible father. He took care of our k**s and was very responsible for their education.In fact I don’t have to do anything for their education, he did everything for them and my duty was just to prepare food for them. Even after more than 20 years of marriage our sex life was good though not as often, I remember the last two three times that we made love, whenever my cunt get extremely. I couldn’t get enough of him, his body and his penis, but nothing we ever did repeated the feeling of that first time beside the river.One day lying next to me on the bed in the caravan watching the television, he grabbed my hand and guided it under the waistband of his small red shorts down onto his hard cock. I felt a wetness coming from his foreskin, not from piss but a slippery stickiness like spit or something. I got on my knees at the end of the bed and pulled his shorts down to see this.