I broke the silence saying: "I think we have missed you, buddy, maybe you should give my wife what she is craving." Drew reached his hands out and too...k hold of my wife's firm, tight ass cheeks and lightly teased them while gently kissing her back. Drew looked to me and replied: "You don't know how much I have wanted this for so long. Why don't you get me undressed while I take care of her hot little ass that I have missed so much." Drew stopped and pulled my wife's cheeks apart as he began. No S&M, no leather or bondage, golden showers, gangbangs, or feet fetishes. I’m vanilla with a twist of lemon (for the zing) kind of guy. But hey, even nice guys like me get a little fed up. We lash out, fight back and/or verbally insult with an impulsive idiocy that will usually get us into really big trouble. Though we’ll really, really feel bad about it later, at the time, vengeance is the end all be all of our existence. Strangely enough, this time I don’t feel bad. In fact, I’m pretty sure. Nana loved this. About 3 months into the relationship, Nana fell ill again. Troy was truly worried at this. He organized to have his studies referred to the next year and decided to stay at home to look after her. She wasn’t really capable of being left on her own. He would bathe her in the mornings and then get her breakfast. He would then change her linen every second day, so that it was fresh for her to lie in. He managed the laundry and any ironing that needed to be done. And kept the house. J. is on top of Kerri, buried balls deep in her pussy, thrusting away with steady forceful strokes. He dumped five loads into Emma during his afternoon fuck session with the annoying teen and now he is determined to put his stamina to the test by fucking the hippie chick as many times as he can. “Groovy, baby! Groovy!” Kerri calls out approvingly as her stud plunges deep. “I talked to Milo…he says hi!” she manages to gasp out as she absorbs one thrust after another. “Milo…(grunt)? He knows.