"We're still practically on our honeymoon. I think the folks sometimes go out just so we can have the house to ourselves."

"But what about the kids?"

"They're with their friends, probably doing the same thing we're doing."

She knew he was right. "Oh, Steve, I can't fight you forever."

"Don't fight me at all."

The big-titted redhead whimpered against his mouth as he kissed her again. Now when he grabbed her tits she didn't push his hands away.

"Take your clothes off," she said, quickly opening the buttons on his shirt and exposing his chest.

"Hey, take it easy. Oh, baby, you're hot, aren't you?"

Her hands were all over him, brushing his nipples and sending jolts of excitement through his body. He wedged his hands inside her bra and squeezed her naked tits.

"Your nipples are hard," he said. "So are yours."

"I love you."

"I love you too."

"Isn't it great not to have to do it in the car?"

"I'm so glad we got married."

"Take your bra off."

"You do it."

Awkwardly, he unhooked her bra and removed her blouse. He stripped her bra off and cupped her heavy tits in his strong hands. Their eyes met and they smiled. It was the smile of youthful lust.

"Now aren't you glad we didn't wait to get married?" she said.

"Yeah, with two more years of college it would've meant two more years of frustration."

"But we had fun, didn't we?"

He rubbed his thumbs over her nipples. "Yeah, but this is a lot better."

She inhaled deeply. "Are you really serious about doing it down here?"

He grinned. "Yeah, right here where the family eats breakfast every day."

She squealed. "On the kitchen table?"

"Why not?"

"Take your shirt off and let me kiss you all over."

His lips glued to hers, he removed his shirt. They faced each other, girl and boy. She tickled his chest and breathed in his ear. He played with her pink-nipples tits.