Wednesday morning I packed my bag and left the house with a kiss from my wife, supposedly headed for Toronto. When she left for work I snuck back into... the house. When Shelly came home after work she was unaware that I was there but I saw her every movement as she changed into more casual clothing. I couldn't help noticing that she changed her underwear and was now wearing a pair of her nicest pink frilly kind. I guess Horse couldn't wait as she had just changed when he showed up at the door. I. Goose bumps rose as she bared my chest to the cool night air. Her hand brushed my trousers as she leaned into my kiss and my manhood throbbed at the attention. I was embarrassed when she noticed. but then I felt her return to the spot and wrap her fingers around the impression. She told me that she liked me a lot, and with a nervous hoarse response I croaked the only words I could muster, "prove it." She leaned me back on the couch, unbuckled my pants and took them off. I'd had my cock. He jumped up and wiped himself down with a towel before getting dressed. By this point, whoever had gone into the bathroom had turned on the shower as he could hear the pipes churning over his head.Kyle opened his bedroom door and peered cautiously around; he was not quite up to facing his mother anytime soon. He then crept across the hallway and tried to listen for any sounds of activity from inside of Becca’s room. Suddenly, her door swung open and Becca began to walk back but jumped back in. Her mascara is lightly streaked with tears down her cheeks, her lips full and pulpy and cheeks flushed. He steps up in front of her, exposes his member and it springs out at the level of her nipples. He pushes the tip into one of her painted nipples and the soft puffy flesh yields to him until only the ridge of the head is still visible. Her eyes pop open and she glares up at him. ?Now I am going to teach you how to ‘nipple fuck’ for me. Cup your closest hand under your tit and lay the other.