This is right, I am home, safe, happy, loved. The event horizon ends on the edges of a linen sheet, population, two. In our cocoon, there are no more...boundaries, and the pale skinned, dark haired lotus below me unfolds, spreads herself for the taking, lets me race at my own pace towards release. Her hands cling to linen, her lids close, her head tilts back and her back arches to serve her full figure to my will. And I push, pull, push, claim her for my own selfish needs, feast on her. There was a mattress on the floor joined one after the other and being the last ones to bed we were to sleep alongside each other, but after seeing live sex none of us were able to sleep.After about 30 mins, I enquired in a very low voice:Me: Deepti, are you slept yet?Deepti: noMe: can I ask something?Deepti: yesMe: have you seen that before also?Deepti: no, I just went to the bathroom and while returning heard some sounds from their room and went to see. But now I am feeling a bit guilty as I. "Following her into the house where she began mixing them a bourbon and water, Pete couldn't keep his eyes off her shapely legs beneath the short skirt she was wearing. He could still vividly remember that red-fringed cunt she'd shown him the last time he was there. As she carried the drinks across the room, Pete's eyes moved from her bare thighs to the woman's curvaceous hips. He was trying to visualize how she would look naked."Shall we go back outside on the glider?" she asked, referring to. This time with a sloppy french kiss from his ex's cushiony lips.Bobby responded intuitively. His tongue explored each sweet warm sector of Wally's mouth. His right hand fell to gently squeeze and fondle his buddy-rival's goppy, half-hard dick. Wally swapped cops and cupped the fullness of Bobby's basket, sliding over the damp spent juices he had inspired. His thumb and forefinger pinched the apex of the sopping nylon pouch as the bowl of his palm carried the weight of his competitor's corpulent.