Trina moves her hand until she cups my breast making me moan into her mouth. I wrap my arms around her, pulling her closer to me. Trina’s body is s...o soft, so small. It is the exact opposite of my husband. I want to feel more, I need to feel more. There is such a longing between my thighs. I am confused because I know this is wrong, but it feels so good there is no stopping now. She is now on her knees using her body to push me to the floor. My legs part allowing her to move in between them. As. There was no sign of her partner, her beloved mate, he, who made her feel complete and loved.A quick glance above her and she was in the gravity pull of the delectable fruit waiting patiently for her concentrated attention. She held her own breasts cupped in her hands. They were aroused and strangely like the perfect apple above her head. Her hands moved down into her triangulated "V", a fleshly juncture of humanity ready to bring the human species into its narrow niche of eternity.The shapely. It's a subject of giggles, really. We picked up Terri only weeks before my high school graduation. It's a good thing in two ways. One, Terri is absolutely lovable and we've bonded, to use the contemporary pseudo-psychological terminology. The fortunate thing with that 'few weeks' is that if we'd've had her for much longer, she would've probably graduated WITH me.I wear many hats now: wife, mother, college student, engineering intern, friend, cook, and with Terri, minion.That last would be. Silky warmth filled my fingers as he slid is shaft over them. His bodystiffened and his thrusts slowed as those gyrations became fights betweenpain and pleasure. I moved a finger over the now slippery head of hiscock, he came to a complete stop and I was rewarded with a tightening ofhis arms around me. Slowly I tried to rock back and forth, but was metwith a quick squeeze, "Yeah... OK, gotcha..." he huffed.I couldn't help but smile. I slide my nails over his shaft and he triedpushing me away,.