And then, the head broke through. So why would I buy her something and then not let her open it? I couldn’t look away from the mirror. Then a little more and I could feel the veins on the life-like design run across my inner rim. “10 … 9 … 8 … 7 …” she started. Oh crap, I think she had. And she would probably know soon enough. She took one small step toward me and left the phallus dangling in front of me. And it hurt. Eventually a third finger was inserted to continue my loosening and I continued sucking her fabulous tits. My wife started to pick up the pace of her thrusting and I hoped it would start to feel good quickly. With that realization, I wiped the figurative sweat from my brow and went back to enjoying my Saturday. If she only knew. It was throbbing in desire for attention. I felt her breath against my ear as she whispered to me. I felt her breasts dangle against and then rest on my back.
