The alarm went off at five and my wife Diane reached for me and pulled me back down as I started to get out of bed. She kissed me, slipped me a little...tongue and her hand reached for my cock. Twenty-five years and the woman could still turn me into a quivering wreck. She pulled me on top of her and as my cock parted her nether lips she said:"Make it a good morning lover; make it a very good morning."I pushed into her and she moaned, "Oh God yes lover, do it hard lover, do it."She moaned, she. I studied them from the corner of my eye, pretending to concentrate on a long shot that required me to curve the ball around an obstacle:He was 1.70 – 1.75 m tall, about 120 – 130 Kg, neither obese nor athletically built, just solid. Much like a 1930’s prize fighter.She was petite, a blond of about 1.6 m and no more than 45 Kg. Not a particularly beautiful girl, but hard and firm and dressed to show her sexy little body – bare legs, short, very short, skirt and small top exposing her very well. But that didn’t last. Gradually gaining speed and strength, it eventually became hard and fast.Hanna broke the kiss and arched and undulated, growling her pleasure. After a few swift thrusts, Theresa joined her.When dildos were removed, Karissa felt the most pain. There had been a hint of it, but mostly it had felt odd and uncomfortable. “May I use your toilet?” she asked Hanna once she’d withdrawn from her.“Yes Karen.”Karissa struggled to remove the harness while rushing to the toilet.Once. Of course, nothing was. Sissy Trixie and I was escorted into the bathroom. Cindy took one enema bulb and poured Aunty’s homemade wine into the bulb.“Trixie, take the position.” Cindy pushed the tube into Trixie’s anus and filled her up with wine. No dilution. She took it out, washed the tube, filled the bulb again, and filled my ass with homemade wine. We were then made to walk around the bedroom, like a lady would walk. The women were laughing at us and soon, we were all laughing.Suddenly, I.