Also, for a woman that couldn't send E-mail, she spent a lot of time texting 'her girl friend from work' or her ****.I was so bored with the marriage ...that all this activity was lost in me. My family however noticed that Jennifer was a different woman and would gingerly ask me if I noticed anything differently in my wife. That is what woke me up from my slumber.One holiday when all the family was together at my in-law's house, I walked into the kitchen to catch Jen texting someone. She almost. It was not just a performance but a visceral experience with oneself, simulating a desired dream…His right hand gripped his cock, the soap lubricating the motion while his left hand wandered slowly down his body from his chest to his belly, to the base of his cock. Imagining, simulating the feel of Nina’s hands floating down his body. Feeling the pressure of his own contact as he imagined kissing Nina’s feet, working slowly up her legs, to her thighs…until coming up to the valley while his. Years of lapping his wife's pussy had made his tongue strong, and had given it endurance. He slurped Charlene's mature pussy, licking and suckling, nibbling, nuzzling, pushing his tongue into her before circling her clit while his finger entered her instead.He didn't really need stamina with her. She came again after only a few minutes, and a third time before the five minute mark. At least he thought it had been five minutes. They shouldn't be outside for long. Time for the prize. He. ”I don’t think she was listening by that point. She pulled back the duvet, stepped into bed and was snoring before she managed to pull up her left foot from the floor. I smiled, did it for her and quietly went outside.I wandered around the neighbourhood until I found a tiny Spar supermarket. Spar is a supermarket chain that specializes in small branches. They could fit one in a public loo if they had to, but I’ve always wondered what they’d do if they were given a regular size store. My bet is.