Then she bent forward and did it to me again. Her nose brushed against my own, back and forth. A bunny kiss. A pleasant warmth spread throughout my entire being. This.. This was something that my wife did when she was happy. I was sure of it! And I felt my c**k stir at the sensation. Beatrice noticed right away, and smiled devilishly, as if she'd caught me doing something bad. But she wasn't angry. Instead, she rocked her hips in my lap and watched me closely.
"I think we should have s*x now, honey." she purred. I said nothing, only nodded. I felt really emotional, and it was hard to breathe with the lump in my throat. She bounce down a little bit and unbuckled my pants, then removed them with her small, delicate fingers. She tugged each of my socks off, and then grabbed hold of my boxers
