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He pulled into the garage and muttered under his breath at the way she had parked, barely leaving him enough room to get out of the truck. Sitting there for a few moments, as the garage door closer finished shutting off the day and work and his mind from all the details, now too far away to change. It was nice to be home and the Eagles tune on the CD had just finished…leaving him with a smile. He knew why she had parked so hastily, and he knew just how he would find her, at her computer with her face lit up by the screen. He got out of the truck and closed the garage door and walked to the house. She had the back door open and as the suns last effort to heat the earth faded into crimson rays and purple haze, he opened the screen door and watched as her face lit up at the sound of the spring on the door making its “I’m home” twang. She jumped up from the computer desk next to the kitchen alcove and ran to him springing into his arms as if it were the last time she’d ever see him. She had never left any doubt in his mind that she was gone head over heels for him. And he worshipped her in the same way. She said “You’ll never guess what I made you for dinner”. And he laughed at her enthusiasm, and couldn’t wait to hear what she would say, but he was too lost in her green eyes at this moment to care. He lifted her to his lips and drank a deep kiss in as he inhaled the aroma of her fresh skin…. He knew she had showered and got on her tank top and light cotton panties, because he had told her once ten years ago, he would never grow tired of seeing her like that… fact is he never had. She put a knee up on one of the kitchen chairs and then pulled herself up and climbed him like a tree. He never let go of his kiss. She wiggled her way into crook of his elbows with her knees and hung off his neck with one arm while she fiddled with his belt buckle….and he laughed again as she said….”Honnnn, help me get this fricking thing off. I need you now… “
He was growing so fast inside his pants that the angle of the dangle was now flagged for penetration. And the blood flow was causing some distress. He got the buckle undone and she pushed the jeans and boxers off him like dusting the table before a meal. And pulled her up on his neck as she adjusted the now throbbing rod she had in her hand. Without a need to pre-plunge, she went down on his cock wrapping her wet and tight pussy all the way to the firewall. He balanced against sink counter and leaned back to get a full thrust into her and left her boobs to his tongue to taste the lavender of her after bath lotion. Her little nipples felt like small grapes and he was busy making sure he didn’t peel the skin of them as he flipped them with his tongue at 100 strokes per second. She rose and fell on him 10, 20, 30 times and was breathless from the effortless fun, and the ecstatic pleasure of “her man” taking her as she surrendered to his growing need. “Fuck me on the table” she demanded. And he smiled. She was going to get her way and he knew it, but he said “nooooooo” teasing her and making her wiggle more. “Awwwww dang”, she moaned, “I cleared it for dinner and I want my dessert first” He carried her from the counter to the table and laid her on it with her cute tight ass at the edge. He picked her two legs straight up and held her ankles together and saw the folds of her pussy close. They were gorgeous and still dripping with the cocktail juice of her sweet squirt and his pre-cum…he pushed into her closed pussy and gave all he could from his well planted position on the floor. She gasped and said….”let me open my legs” “I want more.” He slowly let them open and placed his head by her calves as they widened and slid his hands down her things over the tummy and under her white spaghetti strap tank, Lifting it just enough to show the nipple bottoms, he played first with one nipple and then the other using the alternate hand to lightly squeeze the whole breast to full erect and release again. She stared at him with a little grin and whispered; “Now that’s what I am talking about”. “Play with those puppies” “but let me open up my heavens gate for you more…I know you got at least another inch to give me” He dropped her legs into his elbows and lifted her toward him more and plunged deeper and deeper into her warmth and as he pulled back one time she squirted all over him and rolled her pussy to the ceiling as he came out and guided him back into her ass and half shuttered half screamed as he entered….
He had always wondered if she would be open to it, but never asked because a gentleman waits on his lady to let him know. That was how he was raised.
His knees became unstable as he plunged into her and could not believe how tight and fire cracker hot her ass was. It was a sensation of unproportioned magnitude. Lights went on and off in his head and he felt her screaming as she pushed off the table with her hands to get him deeper inside…..”Now” she cried, “Now” “Fuck me now and cummm with me”. He let loose of what seemed a hundred streams of white power strokes, and felt her ass clinched around him so tight the throbbing backed up into his huge balls. The pleasure and pain melded into one. And he stood for a moment by the table’s end panting and trying to hold on. She was collapsed and writhing in pleasurable after shocks as he slid out of her, wanting to stay, but accused by his own body of assault with a dead weapon. He knelt to the floor and found himself face to face with a clit he had known for years. “Hello little sweet button of joy” he spoke into her pussy as if it were a separate person. He took a lick or two and she lifted her head and said. “Danish Corn Hens” “Huh?’ he replied, knowing she got her “murds wixed up” from time to time and he never corrected her because he love the malapropism and the cute way she pronounced things. “Danish Corn Hens” she repeated…I made stuffed hens for dinner. He lifted himself off the floor and kissed her hard and long. “I will always love the way you cook”, He laughed. “You can make me this dinner anytime”