“Well. I kissed her forehead and went downstairs. Milf porn Eventually she wobbled down the stairs perched on the highest heels I had seen her wear in years. I remember the impact she had on my best friend who was also best man at our wedding. I finished chapter. And we have no-one else to look after them.”
I returned the look. Did not want to puncture her air of euphoria. Many years ago she managed to lose a load of weight. I was happy for her to fuck outside with a few conditions. “Nope. So much for equality. So I’m left with a raging hard-on after my wife had had her sexual demands met. “Go get you handbag and say your goodbyes.”
“No.” she said, shaking her head. Firstly I don’t have far to walk. It was much later that I realised it was one of the guys from work she went home with, probably the foreman. The pub was still heaving with little sign of the party breaking up.
