It seemed that her daughter’s birth had recharged her battery and re-awaken her love for her sons and husband as well. She had taken to watching coo...king shows in the late afternoon while the baby slept. She had even tried her hand at the almost dead art form of quilting. But it seemed the more attention and love she put into her home and family the more distant that David became. At first it was the occasional late night at the office, and then it was business trips that were two and sometimes. Her breasts were mashed against the wall, her eyes shut tight, and her mouth open as she moaned and urged this bull to keep on fucking her. The stud that was slamming his prick into my wife was young, not more than thirty, with a deep outdoor tan that complemented his naturally olive skin. His well-muscled body was shining with sweat, and his coarse, heavy hands gripped my wife’s hips as he kept pounding her cunt with a pile-driving stroke. This was too good to be true. My wife and I loved. Right Tiff?’ ‘Uh-HUH,’ the girl answered before dropping to her knees on the blanket and engulfing my manhood. Cheryl snorted, ‘You could have at least kissed your mom before sticking that nasty thing in your mouth!’ Tiffany nearly gagged as she laughed around my quickly hardening prick. She pulled off of me with a ‘slurp’ and turned on her knees to face Cheryl, throwing her arms around the woman. They locked into a french kiss, their tongues darting back and forth, in and out of each other’s. Grabbing my hair again he pulled my up off my knees and with me bent over, led me into the living room. He then forced me on my back next to the sofa, raised my legs up over me and bent me backwards until my ass was sticking straight up. Climbing over me, I felt him pull my panties down and then his cock rub against my cunt and into my cunt he shoved it. He fucked me hard and fast as I stayed bent over, feeling his hard cock deep in my cunt and starting to enjoy the fucking I was taking when he.