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It was Mother’s Day. I know it’s been almost a week since but I had been so busy that the time to tell you all about it just slipped into the activities of the week. These things happen and we never get to tell or, we delay it until we force ourselves to sit down and pencil it for the delight of our readers. As per usual, the day started with the coffee in bed and the breakfast prepared by the kids. All of it as that special treat for the celebration of Mother’s Day. Elation was felt in the one corner of the king size bed in our master bedroom with various gifts being bragged with and every single one creating a smile of appreciation on Mom’s face. Now, as it was, I had not had a bite to eat for more than a week; almost two weeks in fact. Though it was not really on my mind, I mean, dominating it, it was there, at the back of my mind. We have had a few rus escort ups and downs regulating the play schedule, amongst others, forever the bloody rag (excuse the pun), some problems between us and the tough schedule we both had during the week. The party in the bedroom was concluded and moved to the porch for coffee and some snacks. There is a fair amount of creativity in our house. Sadly, though, these only come into play on birthdays and special days like Mother’s Day. But this is not about the creativity of getting the deserved one some special treats on a day like this. Well, perhaps yes. Because, as soon as I felt the events on the porch was drawing to a close, I announced it was time for me to get a shower. Not that I sat around idly and let two teenagers strut their stuff to impress Mommy. yenimahalle escort In the course of the morning that far, I had also prepared the roast. A big hunk of four pounds of juicy pork was already marinating in cherry and all sorts of herbs. On top of a few things, I also have the ability to strut my own stuff with culinary delights my family relish on a regular basis. As I walked inside, my wife mentioned that she was right behind me; she was going to shower with me. Now I know you’re probably guessing what would happen as soon as the water cascaded over our naked hungry bodies? Not really… (refer to various aspects limiting the activities in the sack?) As it was, I was in the shower first. My wife soon joined me and we went about the normal routine. I washed and rinsed her hair and gave her a peck on her lips to indicate I was done. She did her normal things, drying her face and her ears before reaching for the soap. But, she could see me waiting and she allowed me to pull her into me for a long and intimate kiss. This was usual for us and the kiss did not mean action was on its way… never. This was different though. I started growing against her pussy and she tolerated this for a few moments before breaking the kiss. At that point, when she broke of, I was standing at forty-five degrees hard. I looked at her, she looked at me and I asked her, “So, what do you suppose I do with this now?” She smiled, looked down, smiled again and just shrugged before reaching for the soap. Before she could close her hand over her bar of beauty soap, she was against me again. She was a bit surprised but did not retreat from my cock poking her in her stomach. We kissed again, deeper this time as she knew what was coming her way. With a bit of a wiggle here and a bit there, my cock nestled itself against her mound. Still it was just pushed against her pussy. Then I did what I have never done before.
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