Andy was waiting for me in the kitchen. ‘Late night, little sis? Who was it this time?’ He was clearly drunk, but even sober he assumed my late we...ekend nights were because I was a slut. ‘Andy, shouldn’t you be getting to bed?’ ‘Don’t you fucking tell me what to do. You’re not mom, so stop acting like her!’ Yeah, if I was my mom I’d probably fight him for the bottle. ‘I’m tired. Don’t let the kids see the bottle or see you drunk. Good night.’ He cursed at me as I climbed up to my floor. I. Basically she looks damn hot. I am 6' and 185 with an athletic swimmers build. Not to sound conceded, but I consider myself fairly nice looking man.My wife and I married when I was 21 and she was 19, everyone said we were to young but we're in love and we're both ready. It is now been 10 years since we married and are still very happy with each other.But our marriage hasn't always been bliss. About 4 years into our marriage, the sex life was starting to dull. We have always had regular sex up. I sit down beside him and place the lube on the stand. Then I straddle his thighs and sit down, wrapping my arms around his neck as we kiss like to horny teenagers.I feel his hands on my ass as I moan into his ear, “Mmmmmm yes... feels so good...”It seems like an eternity, I feel like my body is floating as we kiss. The he moves me onto my back. Sitting up, he pulls my panties off my legs, then he drags me to my feet and bends my over the coffee table. He strips of his pants and grabbing the. She gasped, staring up at him, her eyes wide with lust and passion and desire, and he nodded, dark brown eyes meeting gray, and he leaned forward, until they touched, joined, and the shock of the moment, of the contact, was enough to rip groans of desire from both of them. Gabriel let his weight fall forward now, toward her, plunging deep inside her, as her body stiffened, hands arched, fingers pressing hard into his back, running up and down, as she struggled to hold on. He began to slowly.