"I could see Susan was plenty tipsy. She was slurring her words and walking unsteadily. We went straight back to my bedroom, which she had never visit...ed before. I gave her a t-shirt and she went into the bathroom and changed. Meanwhile, I had stripped down and gotten into the bed. When Susan reappeared, she was wearing only her panties and a t-shirt. No bra and her big nipples were clearly visible through the thin fabric. "Remember, I just want you to hold me," Susan said. "It's been an. Except for the hardware store, the businesses were profitable. The cash in the safe helped supplement the salary that Brian took out of the businesses. With Mrs. Nixon watching the store, so to speak, answering the telephone, keeping the bills paid, and selling the occasional antique, Brian was free to roam each weekday after he saw the kids off to school. He cleared the filth out of Mr. Bennett’s house, discarded the junk, and delivered some pieces to the antique shop to be sold. He still had. This one is testing the limits of those clothes.After getting over the initial shock of finding your manhood replaced by a hole beneath a patch of fiery orange hair, you are now standing in front of your mirror, dumbfoundedly taking stock of the situation. While there's a little more room in the crotch of your boxer briefs, they look and feel ready to burst at the seams. The same can be said about your tank top, which is straining against a pair of giant, heaving tits. Your tits. Turning around. Eager as he was young, he assumed the push up position and rapidly plunged his cock in and out of her inert form, her big tits swaying with each thrust. I thought for sure she would wake up, he was fucking her so hard, but she slept on, eyes closed, lips parted slightly, as his fat cock slid in and out of her wet pussy.I stood and stroked, watching as the first strange cock in years penetrated my wife’s vagina. I knew she had several lovers before I met her, but we’d been married twenty years,.