That’s just how it is, baby,” Andrea told her recuperating hubby.“Such a wife! Such wonderful wives, in every best sense of the term,” David p...raised Andrea, making her blush.“It’s my fault. I’ll go,” Orville Watts, the former bank manager insisted, “I could use the fresh air, anyway. I’m really sorry for getting this whole mess started up. On the upside, my colossal dumpster fire of a marriage is over for sure. I’ll never speak to that rotten cunt again. You’re a very lucky man, David. Not all. I could not afford to get larger and have to redo my wardrobe all at once again. After backing down a bit everything was fit comfortable and I had only dropped seven pounds. Everyone from my office went upstairs for the party at about eleven thirty or so. I remained down in my office finishing up some emails and calls I needed to make. I arrived on the top floor a few minutes after twelve to see the party in full swing. I moved across the huge room to the table with the catered food and made. I reached down, lifted up her dress and slipped my finger into her wet pussy while our kissing intensified, as I worked first one, then two and finally three fingers inside her. I could feel her excitement grow, my index finger was rotating on her perfect firm clit while her juices were starting to flow over my other two fingers. "I think I need something more in there she groaned as her breathing intensified and I could tell she was so ready for full sex. Then she took over, reaching down and. They established a rhythm, Kathleen using her legs to bounce up and down, Violet slowly getting the hang of thrusting with her hips. Her body wasn’t built for thrusting a cock into a pussy; as a woman, she had child-bearing hips and thighs angled to a single point beyond her feet, so she couldn’t thrust too much, especially from this angle. After a couple minutes of wet sounds and panting, Kathleen stopped to pull her shirt off, exposing her titties with hard nips. Violet grinned and slipped.