Indian Doggy style

She had worn nothing else. My wife was standing before me, naked her pussy wet, her nipples hard.I stood and came around my desk to take her in my arm.... I was ever so thankful that my office had no windows. Her coat fell to the floor as I hugged her to me. Her breasts pressing into my chest.Her hands quickly undid my pants and as they fell she put her arms around my neck, holding me tightly. Her feet came off the ground, and as she raised them to go around my back, she freed one hand to guide. I wondered how they would stop us at university.Sunday night was a repeat of many at home in the past, watching TV with mum and dad, with Sam laid across my lap. Nothing was said about the previous days, it wasn’t time yet, that would come.~~~“Can I come in?”“Of course, you know that.”“Last time I walked in, you told me to fuck off.”“Tina was here then and you hadn’t met her. I trust you to be discreet now.”Sam pulled back the covers and slid in with me.“Really?” She laughed as I jumped out of. More

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