#90662 - I nervously ran my hand along the back of my jeans until I touched an inch or two of my lacy thong. Once inside Errol lifted me onto the edge of the snooker table and resumed his passionate kisses; only this time I wrapped my legs around him and ground my aching pussy against his swollen baseball bat. History told me that my darling husband wouldn’t make any attempt at conversation on a night like this but I would still be obliged to play the part of ‘adoring wife’; a role that I was very good at.
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