He walked from his garage through to his house, where his wife was nursing his newly born child. His wife was sittting on his la-z-boy with his little... baby breastfeeding it. His wifes breasts were'nt the best they were quite small with petite nipples, this didn't matter anyway because the breasts on his mind weren't his wifes!David's wife finished breastfeeding and rounded up their other two little boys as she was heading out to see her family who had flown out that morning! David waved and. His hands then started running down her sides, carefully avoiding her breasts, to her jeans. There his hands moved in, the button at the tops of her jeans. He slowly undid the button, then pulling the zipper down...down...down... the sounds sounding distant and far away because of the shirt around her head. All she could see was a little circle of light, and all she could feel was his hands on her body. The hands went back to their tugging, but this time they were tugging the shirt out of her. She grunted and pulled on my hair as my tongue worked her sopping-wet slit, grinding her cunt into my mouth. I pulled away and stood up, grabbing her by her pony-tail to pull her mouth to mine, and kissed her deeply. Our tongues wrestled in her mouth, letting her taste her own juices. I unbuckled my pants and stepped out of them as they hit the floor. With strength I forgot I had, I grabbed her ass and lifted her up and onto the trunk of the car. I pushed her shoulders down on the trunk lid,. She was worried about the discussion that they were about to have.“Too romantic?” Dan asked. He had been concerned that it wasn’t romantic enough. He didn’t like the suggestion that it was too romantic. He wondered if she was going to tell him that their relationship was coming to an end.“How’s the fire coming?” Alison asked changing the subject.Turning his attention back to the pile of wood in front of him, Dan lit the starter log. They were supposed to bring their own wood to the park. He had.