"Not here, I'm not," she teased softly and squeezed her full throbbing thighs around the warmly pulsating rod between her legs. In almost cat-like fashion, she let the nails of one hand trail tantalizingly down his belly, down through the sparse pubic hair until her palm curled directly upwards around the immense fleshy pole. Her fingernails scratched lightly over the white blue-veined shaft, stroking softly on the steadily pulsing ridge just below the thick bulbous head and it jerked heavily at her touch.

"Oh, damn you," he moaned, almost at the end of his rope. "Where then? You don't seem to have a bed."

"It's coming this afternoon," she breathed, "but we have the mattress and spring."

Tom swung his arm around his young daughter-in-law's naked waist and, stepping over their clothing that was scattered all over the floor, led her around and over boxes to the hallway. God, she was really going to suck him off! Every nerve in his body strained toward the moment when those warm wet lips would close down over his passionstrained veined cock. A momentary uneasiness at their family ties flashed through his mind, but he reminded himself of the loose state of today's youth, a condition for the better, in his opinion, and if Kevin had married such a shamelessly hot broad, he had to approve.

The mattress and the spring were each in their own separate boxes. The first one he opened was the mattress. Natalie fetched a razor and he carved one whole broad side out of the box, allowing the mattress to fall in a kind of hammock style between the wall and the boxes stacked nearby. He pulled all the cardboard away and then looked to see where to push the boxes when he realized that there was no real need to go further. They had what they needed, and he pulled her into the mattress the way it was.