She was now moaning.While doing that, he was holding her against himself using his right arm. He used his left hand to run her down to her pussy and a...s he reached her pussy, he started finger fucking it, pacing up, using his middle and ring fingers. He stopped eating her boob at this moment.She was shivering and moaning at his rhythm.“Oh my g…od!” She screamed as she shivered. Her eyes were tight shut.Her legs were meddling and after a while, as he pulled his hand away, she leant down against. ..” Her expression was so cute that I had to kiss her, so I did.It was much later that we disengaged long enough to revisit the idea of moving somewhere we both might enjoy living. “I’ve always loved the mountains. I’d love to live somewhere away from the ocean, because I’m kind of afraid of hurricanes, and not near California, because earthquakes scare me.” Abby was being transparent about her hopes and fears, but ignoring the deeper question, which was whether she was willing to live with me. "Is she asleep?" Oliver asked. Jeanette nodded and returned his smile, and Oliver felt his pulse quicken at the thought of what might come next. He'd told her a little bit of his concerns about his job, and they'd agreed that they'd talk about it after the kids were in bed. But now Oliver found the need to process what was happening at work fading when faced with his wife's bedroom eyes. His wife of 14 years was still gorgeous, with lightly tanned skin, blonde hair cut to hang just to her chin. I leaned forward a little bit to get up off of the bed, andnearly fell over onto the floor as my bosoms spilled over my knees. I putboth my hands onto the serving tray top also, and slowly pushed myself up.My legs strained, especially my knees as I tried to straighten them. I hadto use all the strength I had but finally I was able to do it - to standup. My bosoms pulled down at my chest far more than they had ever donebefore. I looked down at them and it was shocking to see how big theywere,.