Not canceling the tradition, but from now on ... being honest and open about it from the beginning of any serious relationship. What say you, Horace, ...Enid?” I turned to my in-laws now.“Well, you’re right. I didn’t think about it in terms of how it would affect you in that sense, nor did Enid, I guess. Just please ... understand. This is a beautiful family tradition, originally intended as a surprise ... a pleasant surprise, if you will, especially for the husbands. But also the wives, of. "Get on your hands and knees." I ordered.She flipped over and presented her ass for me. I applied my lubed up finger to her ass hole. "What are you doi.... OHHH my that feels good!" she was cut off by my finger inserting her ass.Her anus muscle gripped my finger reflexively. I pushed my finger in up to the knuckle. Her moans increased as my finger went farther and deeper. I inserted another finger into her sexy ass. I fingered her ass for a few minutes to get it ready for my big fat cock. I. She inserted one finger in since my pussy was fairly tight. My breathing quickened when she sucked my clit. One of her hands was on my left boob. She preferred my left tit because she could feel my rapid heart beats on my left boob. I could feel a climax building up.I grabbed the back of her head and pressed her against my clit. I involuntary moved my hips up."Don’t you dare stop?" I whispered. My muscles contracted at almost random intervals. I came. It lasted for roughly 10 seconds. It was. " Luke tapped a finger on the table as he thought. Emma was polite, but not quite friendly. There had to be a story there, and Luke liked stories. Stories were why he'd come to the city in the first place. He wanted to be a writer, and couldn't do it on his parents' farm. He needed—craved—the continuous hum of life he'd found in the city. His father had been furious, wanting Luke to keep the farm going, but as much as he loved the farm, it just wasn’t in him to stay there. Never mind that his.