There was a blue blanket over it. She pressed a button and the couch turns out in to the bed. There were small white pillows. Her shoes were on. They ...were black showing off her toes. They were painted bright red. So were her nails“Oh HI hubby Dear…just though I let the bitch clean up. I lit some scented candle and chilled some wine. There some steaks at the kitchen table as well”“Ohhhhhhhh God you look good” He Said“Do I…oh your just a charmer” She Said turning around putting her ass out. As Kincaid melded his story to slowly enfolding Ada to him under the blanket, he reasoned in whispers that they would be so much more comfortable making maximum use of their shared body heat. And Ada, lost in his storytelling believed him and melted into him. The story was sad and poignant all at the same time and Ada was crying. Kincaid kissed her tears away. And he kissed her cheeks. And he kissed her lips. He told her not to cry, in that mesmerizing poetic baritone voice of his. He told her. Be careful not to cum inside me.. please". Connor started grabbing and sucking on my tits... he looked like a starving child who was just given a feast as he licked and grabbed all over me while fucking me. I asked him "isn't this better than just getting to peek at me in the shower?... did you like looking at my pussy?... can you see your cock inside of my pussy right now?". Connor watched his dick as it penetrated me repeatedly before finally not being able to take it anymore and starting to. Not wanting to waste the moment, I instinctively reached around and firmly grasped a breast with each hand and slid my full cock deep inside her lubricated wet pussy with a sudden jolt. Taking her by surprise, I heard the sudden gasp for air, followed by a deep lustful moan. As I pulled out and rammed it back in, my grasp on her tits tightened. I repeated the maneuver, each time growing more and more intense. As the pace quickened, the moans turned louder. Reaching back, she spread her ass.