Ray is rubbing... grinding on you. The feeling is fantastic you start moving your mid section in unison to Rays grinding. I feel Rays manhood poke my nightie so close to my new aching womanhood. it is like static electricity, little orgasms happen from the rubbing.
I am not Ellen, I remind myself this must stop, I am Mike.
As was ready to ask Ray to stop he kissed my neck and squeezed my boob, I squealed in delight. That made Ray do more things to me. I thought I do have the body of this man's wife, this body carried his children, has been with him in this manner many times before.
I did not know when my spread legs stopped dangling and wrapped around his legs. My arms were wrapped tight around Ray's shoulders, I loosened the grip of my left arm and saw the shine of engagement ring and wedding band. I knew that I am now Mrs. Raymond (Ray) L. Dormer and want to be 47 years old a mother and wife. I want to experience more of my life.
Ray stopped kissing to look me in the eye and asked, tell me you want it.
My right hand moved towards the bottom hem of my nightie.....
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