Hell, he wouldn’t even have to be my husband either.”
My wife said, “We should trade places sometime. XXX We were nipple to nipple, crotch to crotch, and my hands were on the lower half of her ass cupping her cheeks. I was really going at when I heard a familiar voice say, “Robin, would you look for the dill pickles while you’re in the fridge?”
I immediately pulled my cock out of Robin and started to apologize when she whispered, “Please put it back in, I was almost there.”
What a dilemma. Robin melted in my arms so I lowered her to the plush carpet.
